Flowers are the language of love, beauty, admiration, regret, apologies, and death. Yet they fade, withering into dust: just as ephemeral as the fleeting feelings they represent. With glass as a medium, I can ebb and flow with the heated moment and freeze within a second’s notice. In the right conditions, glass can survive for centuries or shatter into oblivion in a blink of an eye. In creating glass flowers and bouquets, I reach a sense of balance between forever and fragility. As it is my hope to live forever, I know I am a fragile human that can perish in a split second.





