About us

Hello! I’m Becci, and I run a fused and slumped glass business, based in the Forest of Dean, where I have lived for 20 years. I have been working with glass since 2012. My work is all about colour. If you like colour, you’ve come to the right place!

My husband, Rich, helps me out in the studio, he just doesn’t like to be in the forefront of the business. He does what he calls ‘the grunt work’ which to be honest, in a fused glass environment is still pretty technical. He occasionally makes his own work when the mood takes him, but doesn’t like to shout about it!

A bit about me: 

• I did not go to art college; I didn’t even do art at school. That may surprise some people but I think it’s good to show that you can be good at a craft even without a classic art background. Of course, I’ve been on many glass fusing courses, that’s how you learn but my point is, I didn’t consider myself arty when growing up.
• I was late to everything: I didn’t do my psychology degree until I was 37; I didn’t start fusing glass until I was 42. Let’s just say, I take a while to build up to things.
• I like to listen to ‘happy’ music when I work; ELO’s ‘Mr Blue Sky’ is a frequent anthem in the studio, even if it’s pissing down.
• I love colour, but mostly wear black. Red lipstick is my trademark, and keeping it on is my superpower.
• To relax I like to do Killer Sodukus, crosswords, read and buy books and bobsleighing. The last one is a lie.

A bit about Rich:  

• Rich has two children, one is a GP and the other is a vet. He likes to say they get their intelligence from him. I like to use this as evidence that intelligence skips a generation.
• Rich is also a bass player in a band called The Steel Weasels. My very own John Taylor (young people: google it), but a bit shorter. And wider.
• Rich likes to listen to ‘prog rock’, for fun. To him, it’s music of the gods; to me, it’s the sound of a sociopathic, depressed organ player with delusions of grandeur.

From this photo, you might think we live in a castle and get dressed up for dinner over an 18ft table. We don’t. This photo was taken at a wedding.