Stained glass has always been about one thing to me — the moment light passes through it. Not the glass itself, but what happens to the light. How it slows down, changes color, falls somewhere unexpected. The colored shadows especially. I can never look away from them.
This studio came from that obsession. Each piece is made by one pair of hands, from drawing to the last solder joint, and it only becomes what it is when light finds it.
Psychologists have a word for the in-between state — liminality. Already gone, not yet arrived. These pieces live in those spaces. Hallways, corners, thresholds. For the person between one stage and the next. Just being there.
Everything here is made freely. Found by those who feel the same.
Each piece is a one-of-a-kind original. Once it finds its person, it is gone for good.