Dear Editor:

I want to thank Bob Mitchell and the Register for the too complimentary feature you did on me recently.

On one of the hottest days of the summer of 1972, I made the last trip from Boston to Boothbay Harbor in a ’62 Nash Rambler wagon with 4-month-old twins and a 3-year-old, towing an aluminum boat trailer piled up with repurposed plywood sheets and whatever else we could strap on to move into an empty, except for the mice and chipmunks, house, and an old garage with the sills half gone. Many, many adventures later those kids are all around the world, as is the glass that eventually flowed from that humble studio. Some of it is in Japan, floating about in a sailing yacht in the south of France, lighting homes in Bermuda, Ireland, Peru and Germany, collecting office memos in Saudi Arabia, and featured in literally hundreds of galleries in most states and Canada.

Fifty years from that hot trip, I can still play with color and composition and get an idea and just walk out into a studio and work on it, all while enjoying the beauty of the Boothbay region and the many great people I have met here and around the country who have supported me and my work.

Craft life is not often measured in money, but I think the definition of privilege.   

RJ Macdonald

Boothbay Harbor