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Glass
still holds me in it's spell. At the age of five, I was sure there was no more
beautiful place to be than inside of a 7-Up bottle! I longed to pop into that
enchanted serene green well.
Today
that fantasy is long gone, but the magic still becons me as I investigate and
manipulate the glass of my craft. By accepting my carving, texturing, and the
subtleties of airbrushing, the flat lifeless slabs of glass seem to reveal a
heretofore invisible heartbeat. Each piece springs to life and dances in the
varied lights of day and night.
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