Stained glass on cement board. Approx 59cm x 73cm
Black wood frame It was a cold windy day in autumn and there was a flock of birds flying high in the distance. Every so often the sun would send shafts of coloured light from behind the clouds, catching the birds wings so they appeared to flash as they flew. That day the weather was changeable and soon the clouds became heavier and the birds disappeared into them. But then came the rain, great long hard drops of it, and as I ducked my head under my jacket I felt as if it wasn’t raindrops hitting me but bits of swooping birds. The storm was caused by the birds, the storm was the birds, the birds were the storm…
The “birds” in this abstract narrative mosaic are made using a black iridescent glass which changes colour in different light.