Our home will be welcoming new custodians for the months of December and January. We have arranged a house swap with a family from the UK. This promises to be an adventure par excellence! So it is time to sparkle the space and make it neat and tidy. Most of it is, but our work areas tend to get creatively messy. I have started the process of cleaning the blood, sweat and tears (quite literally, I'm afraid ) from the room in the roof which is where I do my glass work.
I have just finished a big project, which used lots of glass, lead came, putty, linseed oil, baby powder, nails, and solder. It also involved courage, most of my head space and quite a few plasters. I was asked by someone who has buckets more faith in my abilities than I do (thank you, Donna) to create new leaded panes for a shop front in Observatory. A truck and a storm had destroyed the originals.
work in progress... |
The task seemed Herculean from the outset, but I have so enjoyed the challenge and sense of accomplishment. And I have learnt so much along the way. Mostly about measurements and cutting and sourcing the right glass, but also about asking questions until I understand what's what and believing that I am capable.
We fitted the three panels on Saturday. Andrew's expertise, patience and unwavering support made this possible, especially as it turns out that old buildings have their foibles and glass is not bendy.
We shaved off some of the lead came with my power sander, chiseled offending bits of the wooden frame and eventually it all fitted together. It was a huge relief and I am delighted with the result.
The thing about glass is that it is both tough and fragile at the same time. It can withstand the rain and wind battering it, and provides a barrier keeping the outside separated from the inside. But it is easily breakable, particularly if you step on an edge it seems. (I had to throw that piece away.) Cutting glass starts with scoring - essentially you create a flaw or weakness in the glass before using pliers to complete the break.
I think there is a reason I enjoy working with glass so much. I can identify with the medium. I know what it is like to be tough and fragile simultaneously. I understand the importance of a shield between external and internal. Our scars are our weak points, and where we are most likely to break. I get all that. But I also get the beauty of glass - how it reflects and refracts light, how it amplifies and frames a viewpoint. People have innate beauty in them. Sometimes the panes just need a gentle wash for us to see an unclouded version.
Self doubt has often been my shadow. I have sometimes felt unbelievable, or unheard, and that has, in the past, put speed bumps in my path. But recently I have allowed myself to see the possibility of potential. Thank you to those of you who have encouraged me.
TaDa! |