Jessica

In returning to glass after amputation, I expected to sculpt triumph—but what emerged were body parts: a hand, a foot, forms filled with memory and breath. Glass, like healing, revealed its own truths—responsive, imperfect, and deeply alive.

Caught between fear and purpose, I realized it wasn’t logistics holding me back—it was doubt. Assembling the dragon became not just a technical task, but an act of reclaiming confidence, reminding myself that being undaunted doesn’t mean being fearless—it means moving forward anyway.