No food is as powerful as dessert or gets as tied up in our issues of guilt, longing, abstinence, and attraction. We celebrate birthdays with sweets. Grandparents spoil children with it. It’s the first to get cut from a diet and the first to comfort. Yet for me, it represents the unattainable. I react to food with high histamine and salicylate content, resulting in severe dietary restrictions. If any of my creations were real, I would not be able to eat them.
This body of work started as a therapeutic exercise in deconstruction and are-training of the mind to regard dessert as form over food. It soon became a technical riddle, and I am a taxidermist of pastries. To glass, I combined my love of porcelain, realizing where one material floundered, the other excelled. This body of work utilizes nearly every possible technique in both mediums; glassblowing, hot-sculpting, lampwork, fusing, casting, and grinding in glass as well as the ceramic techniques of hand-building, throwing, and using a good old fashioned pastry tube.