Stained Glass

Age 19 was a breakout,

for my identity, my career, and my interest in stained glass. My friend Jim, aka Jethro, was already an accomplished leather worker and rugby player, but he had an itch to try stained glass on for size. I accepted his invitation to join the venture, and have continued the hobby for a half-century.

            Early on, I mounted a window in my van. Later, I created a “sunflake” design that hung from a huge Louisiana Live Oak tree for our wedding, integrating my Yankee snowflake and a sunburst for D’Lane. Later, my daughters’ bedrooms were adorned in glass. More recently, I have fashioned portraits, using geodes for eyes, ears, noses, and mouths. Stained glass is a wonderful complement to the abstract ideas and social encounters in my psychologist office. I work alone, artistically, with a tangible medium. When I err, I bleed. When I finish, I am dazzled by the morning light streaming through the glass, scattering color everywhere.

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