I love blowing glass, but the injury that has sidelined me for several years will reopen if I continue to blow glass alone. I am stubborn about my personal strength and daily goals. I miss the daily thrill of opening the annealer to see yesterday’s work, the plan for today’s work. I have struggled with this decision for several years, but other interests, other locations beckon. Perhaps I will find other glass compatriots, perhaps I will grow in an entirely new direction.
I still love glass, but while new ideas beckon, the many pieces I still have in inventory are looking for new homes. Whenever I see or handle them the colors, designs, and shapes tell me clearly that storage is not their forte. So I am seeking markets here in Oregon, my new home.