I am a scientist who ditched the badge-scanned, jargon-soaked biotech world for the unapologetic chaos of kiln-formed glass. After years of delivering scientific strategy with corporate precision, I now fuse glass.

My studio is my lab, except the experiments are louder, messier, and “compliance” has been ceremoniously set on fire. I use heat like a power tool to bend rules, warp lines, push color past polite limits, and embrace the cracks and distortions that give each work its pulse.

Glass gives me precision with room for chaos, structure with surprise, and a material that behaves like a living organism if you listen closely. Every firing is a conversation between science and serendipity, and each sculpture emerges from the kiln with its own pulse and purpose.

This is where my brain feels at home: In the experiment, the hope, the risk, the moment heat transforms an amorphous solid into something with attitude.