Glass is an untamable medium, continually floating in the lingering discourse between Art and Craft. I try to control and manipulate glass dust into precise patterns, but once the work is loaded into the kiln, heat and physics take over
Winter Solstice
We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...
Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
