The emotion of the moment....
Maybe a painting with a figurative fantasy, floating over a bed of sharpened glass weed.
Built with wood, painted, kiln formed glass and metal.
It is the depth and the heights,
the lights and the shadows, in life.
Or some kind of transparency
in the glass, that is pursued.
The will to create and to provoke both myself and the glass to a point of no return.
Maybe a painting with a figurative fantasy, floating over a bed of sharpened glass weed.
Built with wood, painted, kiln formed glass and metal.
It is the depth and the heights,
the lights and the shadows, in life.
Or some kind of transparency
in the glass, that is pursued.
The will to create and to provoke both myself and the glass to a point of no return.