I see my work as a fragile journey similar to that of a tightrope walker who, suspended by Breath, transcends gracefully, as if by simple magic, incredible heaviness to become merely arabesques, curves and lightness. 
Hands finish chafed, nails damaged with the sole aim of revealing the radiant soul of gems just barely extracted from the depths of the earth, still clouded as they come out of their night. 
Giving them a unique form, never to be repeated, finally offering them as a gift to Light, are my tasks through the proud power of fire blended with painstaking meticulous tool work executed in the demanding solitude of the studio.
This is the thin gold filament I tread upon without a safety net, but with faith and a love of fine craftsmanship which together make up the best of balancing poles.