As a young art student, I had once been inside St. Chapelle in Paris on a stormy day. There, the outside noonday sun touching the windows kindled them to a blaze of reds. Colors projected onto the stone floor seemed to set it afire and reflected upward, warming the interior of the intimate chapel. In a moment, swiftly passing clouds quenched the sun and the windows transformed through purple into smoldering blues.
The air around me pulsed with rich color, like music, ascending and descending. Since then I have tried to recapture that animation of color and light in my work. I wanted to make three-dimensional constructions that suspend colored glass so as to appear to be free-floating. Screen Construction was the most successful means of doing this. The name, though clumsy, has stuck for lack of a better one.
There is no surface for stained glass color to flow onto. Like a picture puzzle, it must be constructed, each piece of colored glass cut to shape and fixed into a supporting matrix or armature.
Creative thought cannot be represented as a straight line. It is more like a spherical implosion.
I’ve tried to shape my work in a way that will be beautiful rather than ugly, constructive over damaging.
It is often said that art enriches our lives, but more than enrichment, I see art as essential to our existence and the evolving human presence.
The qualities of mind that underlie human experience are changeless, perfection, love, compassion, intelligence, and creativity.
Each sheet of glass is a miracle in spontaneous design.