The Inner Workings of A Serial Submissive

Sheets of glass in many colors sit in my shop waiting to be broken and shattered and melted down. Some forms of beauty cannot be attained or achieved without destruction. Each cut and break is for a purpose. Each degree hotter causes more pliability. Even pieces that are broken beyond use can be melted and repurposed.

     We are like glass. Life can break and cut. Daily pressures can bend or smash. The beauty is in how we deal with it all. The more intricate and colorful the subject, the more beautiful it is.