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So, about me. What would you like to know? Favourite book, oldest friend, funniest line from a film...?

I have no artistic qualifications, no creative credentials, so how about a brief bio instead?

First things first, I'm not a man. And yes, it's Lucas. No, not Luca, Lucas. No, I don't mean Lucy, it's Lucas. And I haven't had a sex change. Seriously, people do ask. I tend to reply with the logical line of thought, that if I had undergone multiple painful surgical procedures to alter my gender, wouldn't I have changed my name too?

Apparently this question is simply baffling.

No, I don't know why either.

Born in Sussex, I loved to read, and to draw. Wasn't much good at it, but didn't let that put me off! Moved to…

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  • Born on November 6
  • Joined March 27, 2011

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About

So, about me. What would you like to know? Favourite book, oldest friend, funniest line from a film...?

I have no artistic qualifications, no creative credentials, so how about a brief bio instead?

First things first, I'm not a man. And yes, it's Lucas. No, not Luca, Lucas. No, I don't mean Lucy, it's Lucas. And I haven't had a sex change. Seriously, people do ask. I tend to reply with the logical line of thought, that if I had undergone multiple painful surgical procedures to alter my gender, wouldn't I have changed my name too?

Apparently this question is simply baffling.

No, I don't know why either.

Born in Sussex, I loved to read, and to draw. Wasn't much good at it, but didn't let that put me off! Moved to Bristol to go to university, and quickly met the man who, cliched as it sounds, changed my life. Three years and three babies later, I was an official Bristolian. You see, when you give birth to a child in a city with an identity as developed as Bristol's, from that point on you belong to that city. There's no fighting it, no explaining it, that's just the way it is!

Made cards for a while, moved on to jewellery (or jewelry, depending on your patriotic affiliation), then signed up for an evening class in pottery, something I'd always wanted to try, and another in stained glass, because I had never considered making things out of glass was something that ordinary people did - surely only skilled artisans with specialist workshops could manage it? I discovered I was certainly not suited to ceramics - didn't like all the gunky clay under my fingernails! The stained glass was no match for my impatience, and after twelve agonising weeks making a single small stained glass panel, I had decided that glass was clearly not for me either. In the last two classes however, I had a go at fusing glass - and I was hooked. Fast forward to two years later, and I have my very own kiln, tools, and shiny shiny glass to make things out of!

I love the process of creating something out of glass, that magical (and sometimes devastating) moment when you open the kiln and see what is inside. The vibrant colours, the glossy reflections, the curves and swerves you can create from a medium that has sharp edges and a formal reputation.

Some of the pieces I make are literally put together as the mood strikes me, others the result of careful planning and intense deliberation. I have learnt that anything can be an inspiration - the way the light hits a certain tree, the mystical colours of the sunset, the texture of a piece of material.

I would like to think that the fused glass art pieces I create (see, I can sound arty!) inspire some measure of positivity and laughter - good karma, in the fairly vague 'what goes around, comes around' school of thought. With this in mind, some of the pieces for sale are specifically designed for a certain cause, charities that I've come to hear about for whatever reason. I love the idea of random acts of kindness, pay it forward (complete with Kevin Spacy), and depending on the kindness of strangers (a la Blanche Dubois), and hope that the rest of the planet does too.

So that's me.

Lucas.

(...no, not Lucy...)

And in case you were wondering, Sundays at Tiffany's by James Patterson; Alison (cos I've known you the longest, not cos you're old!); "Your mother was a hampster and your father smelled of elderberries!" and "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork...How have you been?" are equally funny to me.

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