Making art glass is what I love. I’m primarily self taught and for the past 19 years I show up almost every morning and make. I travel into my artist’s brain and consider, think about, or am inspired by someone or something, and then I pick up a blow pipe and start. Sometimes I start without a true plan but perhaps a process as moldable as the medium. I converse with color laid out on my steel table, the furnace roaring, and my tools and coffee right were I need them. Time falls away like no other place in my daily world. Color speaks to me in a language not shared by others. The process for me is the outcome for you.