Email:Cristinagrum@aol.com

Website:https://fused-glass-tutorials.com

Region:World

World country:Canada

Technique:Kiln work

Occupation:Artist, Educator

Discipline:Decorative

Areas of Interest:Competitions, Education, Techniques

Product:Wall pieces

Country:Canada

County:Other

Cristina Schnellboegl

I am a self-taught fused glass artist, born in Bucharest, Romania, and now living by the Atlantic Ocean in Nova Scotia, Canada. My work is shaped by memory, longing, and the quiet poetry of nature. In 2017, I discovered glass—and found a language for emotions that words could never fully express. Although I’ve taught myself much of what I know, I’ve had the privilege of studying with Narcissus Quagliata. His guidance opened a deeper space of expression within me—a place where light, silence, and feeling take form in glass. My personal pieces are not made to let the light through—they are more like paintings, where glass becomes both the canvas and the paint. I work with flow and heat to allow emotion to rise to the surface. I love exploring new techniques and sharing them with my community, where creativity becomes a shared path of discovery.

In my recent work, I’ve been exploring emotional landscapes—pieces that don’t depict a place directly, but rather the feeling a place leaves behind. These works are deeply personal, often inspired by fleeting memories, inner silence, and the passage of time. I use the natural movement of glass—its ability to flow under heat—to allow forms to emerge organically, like hills shaped by wind or water. My pieces aren’t made to let light shine through—they are more like paintings, where both the canvas and the paint are glass. Each layer, each shift in color, holds emotion rather than illumination. I’m not trying to recreate nature, but to let something essential rise through it—a sense of being, of remembering, of belonging and longing. My landscapes are not always calm; they carry tension and questions, but also stillness. Each piece becomes a quiet reflection of the invisible places we carry within.

In Wind’s Memory