Ok, I think I may have a better one that what I posted earlier. I kept some of the same parts, but I think there may have been a disconnect, so I hope I've tied things together better with this one. Again, I'd appreciate any thoughts/feedback/suggestions.
I am a child, sitting in church on a Sunday morning with my parents, lost in the beauty of the stained glass windows there, some dating back to the mid to late 1800s. There are figures, flowers, decorative accents; rich colors of blue, gold, green, and red….oh how I love the red. The sunlight begins to emerge from the clouds and the light comes through these windows bringing them to life! Brilliant colors of light radiate from the figures in these windows. I wonder who chose the patterns, the colors? Who created the graceful outlines for the glass pieces? Who painted the details of the faces, their flowing robes? How was it possible to do this?
Nature. The trees.........The mountains...........The flowers
Sky. The sun.........The clouds..........The stars
These elements are the driving forces in my work.
As an only child my imagination created wonderful fantasy worlds. One of my favorite pastimes on a warm summer day was lying in a soft blanket of grass, looking up at the slow moving clouds as they drifted across the sky. I searched for shapes in those big fluffy clouds, finding the most unusual collection of things. Admit it, we all did that, right?
Today, my imagination still finds those shapes, only now I find them in glass. My work is inspired by nature, realized in glass.
I am a glass artist.