So here we are…

You could say my art was born of fire, or, more precisely, of boiling hot water.  

Let me explain.

It was my very first day on a job in a mom-and-pop bakery store. I was dipping the spatula in boiling water to smooth out the frosting on the cakes, when the pot tipped over the stove and the liquid gave me third-degree burns in my leg. 

To respect your time I will only state that I could not walk for nearly a year. During the 11 months that I was bedridden I looked around and I didn’t like what I found.  

 I decided to change.

 With baby steps guided by the heart, I went after the life I should have had years before. 

I moved out of my marriage. I got a dog (a big black standard poodle, best friend ever). Last, but most importantly, I was blessed with finding a studio that allowed me to express myself with my glass art.

And here we are! You are visiting my website. I invite you to view my life in glass.