narrative

a minute in the morning

endless inspiration

more from snow farm...

mysteries

more beads

still haven't had a chance to
properly photograph them
so these are scans



two sides of one bead -
this one uses silver leaf,
silver wire,
transparent and opaque glass
the close up scan makes it seem flat
which it isn't.



a set made with opaque ivory
and transparent teal
and etched with acid after
being annealed.



a bunch

back from snow farm

here's one of the beads i made.
technnically it's very flawed.
i love it though.

most glass beads don't scan well.
have to figure out how to
photograph them.

unless you're a steel worker or a mine worker
don't talk to me about hot
until you've worked in a small, enclosed,
unairconditioned space
with six torches blowing 1400 degrees
in humid 90 degree heat.

the dew in the mornings was delightful.

having not melted glass in five years
my first day's work was hideously disappointing.
i wondered why i'd come.

i got happier each day as my glass instinct
got stronger.

laundry

the shapes reminded me
of laundry
tossed in the dryer or
slapping the wind

snow farm

some impressions.
do you wonder why i want to return?

like a moth...

...to the flame



i used to melt glass
to make beads
and i miss the flame...

the luna moth
(the only one
i've ever seen)
was at snow farm
where i learned to melt glass.

if i'm lucky i'll be going back
next week...

morning joe

resting on a ledge
at the spring street station.
thinking coffee
that was
all i
saw

sandia

taxi rain blur

other people's blur
can be
incomprehensible...

these are mine, tho, and
to me they look like
beginnings.

i want to
write dark thoughts
over them
with white ink




mask



swim



fried egg



rush



primary

zen rain