I feel a constant pull towards that which is otherworldly and fantastical. I am a tactile person; I must touch something to fully appreciate it. I feel a yearning to merge separate things in unexpected ways. My artwork is a manifestation of these passions in physical form.

Each of my pieces begins at a torch, melting and forming bits of glass in a jet of fire. I have no canvas to begin with; no lines or borders, only space. My time at the torch is a time of interaction with, and often surrendering to, my medium. I rarely have a set agenda. When treated this way, glass becomes the catalyst of my abstracted thoughts, imagination, and the surreal nature of my dreams and nightmares. Simultaneously, I become the architect; the one who brings the molten glass into its final, solid state. When combined with encaustic and organic elements, the work becomes alive, with the rich, skin-like surface of the wax, the high polish of the glass, and the rough finish of bits of the earth and the history of the which dwelt here.

My work is inspired and driven by that which is unexpected and cryptic. This art is meant to be touched, held, and actively viewed. I create to give solidity to that which infatuates me. I create because I must.