I don't know how to fully articulate what being a Midwesterner is or means, maybe because I am so thoroughly ‘of’ that region. I never contemplated it or had pride until I moved away from the Midwest to the South. I never had pride in it, until I left it. But when I try to think about my work and why glass, what pops up is that, my heritage. A long line of farmers, blue collar workers and independent business owners. People that liked to be outside. People prone to manual labor who were willing to get dirty. Stubbornly independent people that made things both out of necessity and hobby. That is how I ended up being a glassblower. That is why I love a process that can be demanding and unforgiving at times. It feels like work. And because of the hard work of the people that came before me, I get the privilege of being a craft artist. I owe them everything.