I came to stained glass for the light. There's a particular kind of alchemy in it: flat, ordinary glass that does almost nothing on a table suddenly comes alive the moment the sun moves through it, throwing color across a room that wasn't there a second before.

 

I love that the medium is slow and exacting. The cutting, the foiling, the soldering all ask for patience and a steady hand, and there's no rushing a piece into being. For me, it's a meditative practice as much as an art form. I get to work with my hands, lose track of time, and end up with something that holds light and gives it back.

 

Every piece is a small act of turning fragments into something whole, which is maybe why I've never gotten tired of it.