Think of it this way: you’re attempting to capture something that doesn’t actually exist. A mythical creature that can change shape, even meaning at any given time; and you’re expected to do it, again and again, over and over, til the end of time. Sounds all kinds of easy, right? It’s actually about as easy as it sounds.
Creativity is the mythical creature, I’m the person that’s supposed to capture it. That’s my life as an artist. More specifically, a stained glass artist. My love of glass started at a very young age–the exact age doesn’t matter–but I know I was short enough to be patted on the top of my curly head by hundreds of people while they called me “small boy” since I was too painfully shy to introduce myself. I was dragged through hundreds of cathedrals and museums here and abroad. I saw the works of the “masters” in every gallery but no Picasso or Giacometti or Degas ever related to me the way stained glass did. There was just something about the interaction of the windows with their environment and the way it played with light and its surroundings that made me fall in love.
Read more at: Delphi Stained Glass.