While growing up, the times I remember seeing stained glass was when visiting our relative's churches on my mother's side of the family. Me and my brother's and sisters 'd all pile into our station wagon for the few hour trip to a cousin's wedding or great aunt's funeral. These life events were held in sometimes quaint and other times grandiose Catholic churches nestled away somewhere in Wisconsin. While painting Mississippi Iris, I kept recalling those memories of stained glass and road trips. I love how sunlight streams through foliage and creates those beautiful jewel facet patterns that we've endeavored to mimic with stained glass. |
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