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.
A few weeks after I graduated university in 2007, I scanned Craig’s List for work in my studio on Capitol Hill in Seattle. I saw an ad for an opening at an art gallery in Seattle: Vetri. After working for Vetri and Traver for a year or so in Seattle, I was able to work in their Tacoma gallery, next door to the Museum of Glass. It became a dream I did not know I had. I spent many hours a day watching the brilliant team in the MoG hot shop, and grew increasingly absorbed in the process of glassblowing. After my work with Traver came to an end, there lingered the desire to learn how to blow glass. A year later, I picked up a blow pipe for the first time and fell in love. This website and blog is my passion project, my work in progress, and one of my mediums for experimentation and my own personal (r)evolution.
We walk along the canal back home after some delicious dinner, using different window mosaics as breadcrumbs to find our way. I drift off to the sound of foreign tongues in the piazza.