Glassmaking pulls me together at the seams; it is an integrative experience. Like a deep conversation with an old friend or a revelatory work of art, glassmaking stimulates my awareness into new perspectives and encourages a deeper connection with my body.
I am now actively seeking subject matter and form that urges a communion of the self. Often the call to explore something specific comes like an echo down a hallway. Like some deeper part of myself is trying to be heard and is shouting in symbols from far away. Glass lights the darkness within me and gives me a better glimpse of the truth I have forgotten.