The Piece I Haven’t Made Yet
Every morning in Alaska feels a little like a private show.
The sky opens slowly, the snow on the mountains catches the first light, and the world goes from quiet blue to gold in a matter of minutes.
One morning recently, I caught myself sketching those color bands at the kitchen table.
Not because I had a project in mind.
Just because sometimes an idea arrives before the glass does.
This is not the story of a finished panel.
It is the story of how inspiration begins.
Glass artists collect moments colors, reflections, shadows, skies and tuck them away until the right piece asks for them…



