Lovingly crafted
I shape each piece of glass by hand — no two are ever the same. Whether it’s a bowl, plate, or vase, every curve and color reflects the simple joy of making something real. These are objects to be used, loved, and lived with — crafted slowly, with care and purpose.
Every piece I make begins with raw glass, shaped slowly by heat, breath, and careful hands. It’s a quiet, patient process — one that asks for attention, not perfection. The curves, the colors, the tiny ripples in the surface — they all carry the story of how it was made.
My bowls, plates, and vessels are meant to be lived with. To sit in the sunlight. To hold fruit, flowers, or nothing at all. They’re made to feel real — a little irregular, a little unexpected, and full of life.
This is glass made by a person, not a machine — and that’s the beauty of it.
Like the hush of waves beneath moonlight, this bowl holds the memory of water.
Its surface — a dance of blues and frost — recalls tide pools, clouded ice, and the trace of something ancient beneath.'
Each curve is shaped by flame, each pattern a quiet accident of heat and hand.
It is not just made — it is discovered, like sea-glass washed ashore by time.