Oddly, I just LOVE everything about GLASS! I love to look at it, look through it, cut it, shape it, glue it, grout it and even when I break something, that sound of shattering glass is actually soothing rather than a “OH NO!” I remember growing up, if someone broke a glass my mom or dad were panicked! “Get back, everyone!!!! There’s glass everywhere!!” Then out would come the broom, vacuum cleaner and we were banished for what seemed like hours while what we considered the HAZMAT team cleaned up the glass. I suppose I’m just a little bit rebellious (okay, a lot!) but now I actually cut little tiny bits of glass as I’m making circles and other intricate shapes barefoot! I walk around barefoot with little bits of glass everywhere! I have made friends with the glass. Sometimes it likes to give me a little nip in the foot or a slice on the finger….but hey, that’s what band-aids are for! I wear them as a badge of honor which announces to the world (in my little mind it does) that I am a glass artist. Ah, to embrace that title ‘artist’. Yes, it’s okay to be an artist. I was a real estate agent. I am a mom. I am an artist. It’s part of my grand design. My daddy was an artist. My grandmother was an artist. I meet so many people that respond to my work and I can honestly tell they are artists in hiding. My goal is to bring out the artist in you! Classes coming soon!