glasswerk

haven't yet managed to get around to posting photos of finished windows. here goes.

#one, (terrible lighting, sorry)

 #two, coincidental perfect fit

 #three

(pre-soldering)

#four, first commission; unfinished

Dear _____ ,
When I see your face I feel
sad and shy and forlorn.
I still have a lot of tenderness
for you. Seeing you play last
night made me smile, (the way
your mouth moves when you
drum, your hair in your eyes),
though I was so anxious and
tense, it was difficult to dance.
I'm still expecting you to be
able to explain what happened.
I'm sure that's why I suggested
that we get a drink. But then
again, if that hasn't happened
by now, it probably never will.
My ego wants the satisfaction
of knowing that you still think
about me, but perhaps you
don't. Every time I hear that
you're in town, every time that
you come and go without
asking to see me, it hurts, as if
I'm not worth you bothering to
try and maintain a friendship.
Though I have since fallen in
love with someone else, I still
think about you often. It is
terribly confusing that you
continue to affect me so
intensely even though I am
emotionally invested in some-
one else.
I'm much more tentative and
wary of him than I was of you.
I'm terrified that he'll give up on
me as easily as you did.
I feel like you cut something
really beautiful hideously short.
Nonetheless, I feel lucky to
have loved you.
Painful, but worth it.