Expressions of colour and all things cracked
I have a long history with glass, most of it unintentional. As a kid, I broke a lot of it. I randomly dropped stuff and knocked things over, telling my stories with my hands. My family called me klutzy; I still prefer spirited.
Not much has changed but now I understand that the random crash here, smash there, bandages and blood spatter, were destiny sending me a message. I was meant to break glass on purpose. So, now I do.
It’s been a bit of a journey getting here and I like to think there’s a long road ahead. What seems important to me right now is that I’m where I belong. Happily finding new ways to leave my DNA all over the house…
Enjoy the site.