Blowing the bubble up

About the glass artist

I make glass so that people can see my hands at work. My work is all about the viewer knowing instinctively that they are seeing an item made by an person, not a factory. Our lives are inundated with machine made, mass produced items. All identical, uniform, completely regular, visually predictable. When the eye encounters an item made by hand, it lingers, explores, takes it in; and the mind can relax a moment. The human eye is remarkably sensitive to even the smallest detail, noting combinations of form, color, and decoration.

I work very hard to combine these elements so that my work will cry out "A real person made this", and hopefully another real person will buy it, take it home, and place it in their environment with complete confidence in the individuality of their choice. We can't avoid the machine made, no more than we can turn back the clock, but by selecting and placing hand made items in our lives we can remember our own hands, and our own ability to make. Yes everyone can and does make things.


blocking the glass

I am a maker. My hands can no more stop making than the sun can stop rising. My ambition is to make something beautiful, functional, elegant, interesting, and always, always, unique. I am an American glass artist, inspired and informed by the deep history, and traditions of glass making. Challenged by the visions of the past, never confined. My ideas lead me to this molten material, its colors, transparent depths, translucent surfaces, and its chameleon nature that can be shaped to a limpid curve or a cutting edge.


Bubble of colored glass

Blocking the glass

I am a scrap person. I grew up under my mother's sewing table, avidly collecting any piece of fabric that hit the floor. Those small colorful bits of plaid and floral were my first sketch book, my first media. Her context, clothing for myself and my siblings, was information but not limitation. Typically I played with them until they fell apart and I had to resupply. I am still fascinated by scraps; small bits removed from one context, manipulated, reconsidered, and replaced. It is a common misconception that 'there is nothing new under the sun'. Perhaps, no thing is new, but every person should be. I certainly am. Moreover my context is always uniquely my own, and the world is littered with scraps, just begging to be considered.


some red murrinni