I have always been drawn to bold colour and how the light plays with what I see, so my passion for glass is not surprising.
The first colours I encountered as a child were definite and definitely not pastel; they were the colours of the family farm. Black and white Holstein cows. The green and yellow of cornfields and John Deere tractors. Grandma’s red brick farmhouse, bordered with deep purple irises. Blue skies and blue jeans and weirdly blue salt licks. The variegated browns of wet and drying mud mixed with straw and all kinds of cow shit. Filtered light in shades nuanced by gaps in the barnboard walls of the haymow. Natural art enhanced by the cracks.
The chorus of Leonard Cohen’s Anthem has become the mindful lens through which I view life. “Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
I work hard to recognize and celebrate the everyday cracks.
Aside from occasional workshops, I have no formal art glass training. Cracked Fuse was launched in early 2013 and operates out my West Toronto Junction/High Park studio.
Merry Go `round
Come away with me
Ridin' the Wave
Losing My Marbles