Steven Glass

June 5-July 15, 2009

I am different people according to the seasons.
Summer not my best, but one I’m learning to
adapt. Born in Baltimore, in May 1974 just
before humidity set in like frost and covers skin
like skin. A writer at first then an artist. I’ve
been painting glass for eight years in a seren-
dipitous turn, a happy accident; a friend hap-
pened to be throwing away a print in a large
glass frame. I knew instantly I wanted it. Un-
likely turns, misinterpreted words, objects
collected on the way, the process revealing
itself, an entrance.
Fall is a release. And September comes with a
B.A. in English and later an MFA in writing &
the Publishing Arts. A student most of my life
then on the other side of the desk, a teacher.
Learning, reading, traveling; deserts of New
Mexico to start, eventually my mind and body in
a perfect northern arrow, like a compass read-
ing, I moved up the interstate to Colorado,
Wyoming and now furthest Idaho.