Are pierced by holes too tidy to have held,. Untorn, hard muscles as they writhed on spikes. And on the pink, scrubbed bottom of each foot. A bee-stung lip pouts daintily. Hangs slack with it, his belly taut with it,. His long hair lank with it, and damp;. And underneath the clinging funeral cloth.

This Blog is about my life as an Australian glassblower and glass artist. I am largely self taught, but my mentors have been deeply significant. Tuesday, October 12, 2010. Friday, October 8, 2010. We are back from a short break in WA , refreshed and inspired after time with the family. Our batteries are charged by seeing Alisdair, Rish and Kevins new work they are doing for our coming exhibition in Wagga. Wednesday, September 22, 2010.

Living As Nothing More than Dust in the Wind. Saturday, November 15, 2014. To start off, I want to thank the one random reader who checks into my blog almost daily. I think it is entertaining to see someone that has more commitment for my blog than I do. I still struggle with the scars, the ones on flesh and others much deeper.

A chance for me to lose myself in words and blow away the haze.