Making stained glass is my passion, my love, my therapist and my drug of choice.

     Each piece is like a child to me, they start out as an idea in my head

which I then spend hours nurturing everyday, watching them grow until

they are their own entities, ready to meet the world, and I am left feeling a

strange mix of pride and postpartum.

     Being a narcissist my second love is myself so many of my works are

in fact images of myself portraying different characters and situations. I

usually dress up and photograph myself to start the design process.

     What I make can be deceiving to the eye. There is no paint involved

in the making of my pieces, they are purely glass. I use sandblasting and

engraving to carve away at pieces of colored flashed glass and then layer the

pieces on top of one another to create a new and colorful image. Layering the

glass on top of one another allows new shades and colors to be formed.

     I can only take half of the credit for any of my work, the beauty of

the glass has its own magical quality that enhances what I do. Even the

most disturbing and disgusting images or concepts can look beautiful when

portrayed in glass. The beauty of the glass is so powerful that my very

proper grandmother (who refused to watch any movie with over a G rating)

was able to look at a picture of a girl who peed on the floor and say "that is

really beautiful!"

     My need to create comes from within, my father and grandfather

both being expert craftsman I feel that it is in my blood. While studying

painting in college I decided to take a stained glass class to fill an elective,

I had no idea that it would change my life. One class and I have been

hooked ever since.