For half a century I lived with no appreciation for the beauty of glass and its amazing, sometimes flabbergasting properties.  On a whim, I took a lampworking class. Then I took a fusing class.

It was never supposed to be like this.  Having long considered myself to have no artistic talent (after all, I can’t even draw a creditable stick figure), I was unprepared for the journey glass was about to become.

It has opened my life to the arts, to new friends, and, finally, a way to express my creativity through a medium that is fluid, surprising, and amazingly beautiful.

My reward is always the greatest when a person touches or looks at a piece of mine and smiles. That simple smile means my art touched that person somewhere – probably unexpectedly.

Which brings me full circle to how my addiction to glass began in the first place. The best places in life are often those we arrive at unexpectedly.