Birds have their nests and streets of golden glass...

My dad passed away on the evening of January 22nd. A couple of days before his passing I showed him this platter I had started. Only the chickadee was drawn. He weakly lifted his arm and pointed the empty space and whispered "nest."  Turns out chickadees nest in hollows of trees, so this is what I have so far. My dear friend Susan Meyer, porcelain artist extraordinaire, likes the look of my line when I loosen my grip. Sometimes, like students I have taught, my goal leans toward graphic design/ bold delineated images. I tried to let go of 'perfect' which is partly driven in our culture by advertising design. It's getting there, but it still needs something in the foreground under the bird.

Last night I had the weirdest experience. I was suddenly wide  awake in the middle of the night and stongly felt a presence, though I am not given to sensing things like that. In fact, this is the only time I have had an experience like this.  I've always been afraid of the dark, so I had left the  closet light on as a nightlight, opening the louvered doors just enough to make them fold accordion style, like a Japanese screen. The light coming through the cracks looked incandescent, radiating parallel beams of white gold, casting a wide golden beam onto the dresser mirror to the left of the closet. It was beautiful. 

As my dad was dying I reminded him several times to check out why gold is like glass in heaven (Rev. 21:21) and get back with me about it. I looked at the glowing stripes glowing through the closet doors and the remarkable light column on the glass mirror. The column was a range of color..yellow to gold to brown in an ombre scale that almost made it look rounded. I understood and said : "Thanks Dad. The gold is like glass because of the Light."