The artists who make this work.

Slow hands. Quiet glaze. One of fifteen, always.

I paint the sea the way I remember it, not the way it photographs.

Slow light, slow room. I draw the hour, not the object.

Autumn comes to the mesa quietly. I try to keep up.

Glass remembers the breath that made it.

I pour at midnight so the color sets cold and clean.

The empty part of the frame is the part I am photographing.

If it cannot be repaired, I will not make it.