This stained glass mobile was created by my father the first maker I ever knew, the one who lit the path that led me here. Who first sparked my fascination with glass as an art form. As a child I was barely tall enough to see the top of his workbench yet I remember peering up at what felt like a world of dangerous magic. Sharp, glittering fragments of glass shimmered in the light each one waiting to be transformed into something beautiful.
This piece carries that memory of the first time I understood that beauty could be made that with patience, vision, and a steady hand even the sharpest edges could be brought together into something that harness the light.
