Broken

The painting I made on Karol’s glass was of blue sky, white and gray and pink clouds. It wasn’t a good painting, I gave it too much thought, and the glass was too large for me to control, or lose control of, whichever way you want to look at it. It lay across the sawhorses all right, but when I picked it up and held it vertically, a sound like rushing water ensued, and the glass fell to pieces at (and on) my feet. Too many heavy layers of paint, alas. When I picked up a large piece, it broke into smaller and smaller pieces. This reminded me of the conundrum of moving toward an object going only halfway each time, so that in theory you never reach it. This I never understood. Anyway, where the paint managed to hold the glass together, there was a crackled pattern, like honeycomb, and beautiful. What to do? How to use this? I chose a few pieces and glued them to a sheet of blue glass, so that the lighter sky and clouds float on the surface, and despite the strict instructions on the glue none of which told you how to glue painted glass to glass, the pieces are holding.