The traveling glass cheeseburger • Venice

On our first evening in Venice, all we want is some spaghetti with vino rosso.  Easy to find, it is a quick prayer to answer.  I pluck my glass cheeseburger from my sunshine yellow purse, and place it on the table with our wine.  This day was surreal to say the least.  I never thought I would be a glassblower.

I graduated university in 2007 with a passion for linguistics and an undying thirst for art and expression.  I remember spilling my coffee I was so excited to see an ad for an opening at a gallery in Seattle.  After working for Vetri and Traver for a year or so in Seattle, my dream was finally made a reality.  I would be working next door to the Museum of Glass.  I spent many hours a day watching the team in the MoG hot shop, and grew increasingly absorbed in the process of their work as glassblowers.  After my work with Traver came to an end, there lingered the desire to learn how to blow glass.  A year later, I crafted my first glass piece and fell in love.  This portal in to my crafting is my passion project, my work in progress, and one of my mediums for experimentation and my own personal evolution.

We walk along the canal back home after a delicious dinner, using various window mosaics as breadcrumbs to find our way.  I drift off to the sound of foreign tongues in the piazza.

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