I was raised to go to church on Sunday mornings, I struggled with this over the years. The church of my youth is a beautiful, German architectural marvel. But my heart, my soul was always in the small places around me that moved me by their color, shape, breath, and wisdom. The nooks and crannies of the places of my heart. I have spent my life sharing these special places with my friends, family and all people that have been gifted or have purchased my creations. Each piece has a bit of the ambiance of my environment.
I feel the typical guilt of not measuring up to what religion asks of me, but I feel blessed to have been touched by the places and the people around me.

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