We are all just pieces of broken glass.
We are all of us, pieces of beautiful broken glass. Sharp, dangerous, glistening, yet not quite whole. It is only when we are melted down by an artist, all the pieces together, hot and molten, that we become whole. A whole, full of potential, able to become anything. Yet… once the artist is finished… we are once again so easily broken. But even broken, we are lovely in our imperfection.
Posted on February 26, 2011, in Just a Note and tagged artisan, artist, blown glass, blown glass artist, broken, broken glass, broken pieces of glass, melted, philosophy, pieces, pieces of glass. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.