As a child, I can remember countless times my mom would stop abruptly on dirt roads only to collect mangled road kill to take to the taxidermist. Watching my mom handle ignored, discarded, lifeless creatures with such compassion was always a powerful example of the duality of life and death. It served as a symbol of how fragile this existence is, but that death is a gift. A reminder of how beautiful and compelling each moment, even the seemingly insignificant ones, are. I work on glass to capture the delicate and fluid nature of life, allowing light to move through and influence the subject matter. By adding in detail through a collection of dots, light passes through, casting shadows on the wall and creating another dimension. The work is decorative in nature to show a beauty within death and decay.