Gou.lass

Gou.lass is my little love letter to glass, a dance with fire and surprise. In my free time, I get lost in its molten maze—under thousands of degrees, it turns to liquid, flowing like honey yet waiting to be shaped.

I play with the heat, teasing out colors from hidden metallic whispers. A little more warmth, and suddenly, the glass decides to change, blooming into shades I never planned but always welcome.

Nature is my muse. The way raindrops linger on leaves, how the ocean catches the light just right, or the quiet glow of a red berry tucked between summer branches—these moments stay with me, and through glass, I try to hold onto them a little longer.