Eggs

Repairs and Re-lead

I make eggs as quiet beginnings. The curve moves slowly on purpose so your eye can rest before it wanders. Layers of color sit close to the surface—some days they feel cool and river-smooth, other days warm as late afternoon. The kiln always adds its opinion; I listen, then stop when the form carries ease.

WHAT YOU’RE SEEING

A family of related forms, not twins. From across the room: a clean outline and a steady presence. Up close: tiny shifts in tone, a seam where two decisions met, a soft place your fingertips recognize.

Restoring Historic Luxfer Prism Transoms

One egg on a narrow ledge turns a passing spot into a pause. Two on a mantel set a heartbeat you notice without thinking. Three gathered in a shallow bowl pull a room together the way warm light does—quietly, and then you wonder why it felt empty before.

IF YOU COLLECT

Choose a color family you live with—river stone grays, dawn blues, soft earth. I can make a sister piece in a close size so pairs speak softly across a shelf. Groupings are planned by height, not by matching.