Fused glass · Stained glass · Ceramics
Fire doesn't ask
permission.
It just becomes.
Made by hand, shaped by heat,
never quite the same twice.
How it's made
Glass at 1,500 degrees forgets what it used to be. It moves like water that's decided to be something else.
I don’t control it so much as listen to it. My job is to catch the moment it becomes worth keeping.
Clay is slower, quieter — but it asks the same question.
The maker
"Some things find you before you know you're looking for them."
Formally trained, years of studio time, forever a student by choice. Glass and clay have a way of teaching you patience you didn’t know you lacked — and honesty you didn’t know you needed.
"This isn't something I do.
It's something I am."
Mugs, bowls, plates, coasters, plant stakes — things meant to be held, not art that watches from a shelf.
And Pocket Hugs — inspired by a silver coin from my mother.
Small enough to forget. Heavy enough to remember why.
Small enough to forget. Heavy enough to remember why.
