Art to Go
Born in the heart of Mexico City, our mother grew up amid vibrant mercados, blooming jacarandas, and walls awash in color and story. Art was always her language, spoken both on canvas and with the everyday magic of living creatively. Though she chose her first great love, family, over a professional path in the arts, her creativity never faded. It appeared in her guidance with our school projects as well as her lovingly crafted ceramics she made in her small pottery business. Life, with all its demands, made a full artistic career elusive, but art was the ember that helped warm and sustain our home.
Only after our father’s passing, when the house grew quiet and the nest emptied, did she begin her return to that creative wellspring. Slowly, almost ceremonially, she began again. Her journey back to art has been a patchwork of moments, delicate, persistent, but the urge to create has never left her.
As for me, my spirit veered elsewhere. Classic art felt too fluid; I longed for shape and structure. My creativity found its form in craft, in the projects at hand, in the practical alchemy of Soap Cauldron. I chose the direction of moving forward always, building, shaping, and casting my vision into the world in a practical fashion.
The unexpected joy has been watching that artistic flame leap into the next generation. My daughter’s hands are always moving, sketching in charcoal, weaving on a loom, painting with fiber and brush. Her Waldorf education nurtured her sense of wonder, letting her explore freely, and now, even as she walks the path of applying her fine skills toward a career as a surgeon, in her free time she continues to create. Each piece she sends to me feels like a gift. A physical manifestation of the light that lives within her.
Art, in all its many forms, connects us. It is the soul behind everything we do. Each day music drifts through our workshop, setting the rhythm of our days. With our move to the Red Barn, we’ve created a space where creativity can truly stretch its wings. We have sought out local artists to breathe life into our surroundings—Jonny Hirschmugl's work brightens our retail shop, and soon his mural on our exterior wall will greet travelers passing through Penngrove by train. Katie Wakeman, a brilliant metal artist, has forged a custom gate for our Witches’ Garden, a talisman of who we are. My mother’s haunting crow paintings hang within our shoppe, resting beneath a starry night mural painted by my daughter.
Here, surrounded by imagination and inspiration, our team reaches into its most magical self. We blend, we pour, we craft—with reverence, joy, and artistry. Each bar of soap, each bottle of oil, is not simply product — it is a piece of our shared story, made to bring beauty, comfort, and love into the homes and hands of those who find us.
