This afternoon, I put on some solo piano and reached into this bucket of shards. When a piece spoke to me, I spoke back with the glass grinder. Again and again I reached in... Not even stopping to get a bandage till I felt enough pieces had come into being.
Then I washed off the glass and bandaged my thumb.
One by one I took the shapes and wrapped them in copper foil. The jazz played on as a design came into being.
This is doodling with glass
This is finding use of scraps
This is shards of possibilities
Tomorrow .... It will be held up to the light