Air has sound. Initially, we think of it as silent, invisible substance. But dig deeper and think of the wind — the sound changes as it encounters obstacles, impediments. It’s just air, but it definitely has sound. Think of the sound of air as it’s compressed and released. Our lives are surrounded by the sound of compressed air… refrigerators, air conditioners, pumps… so many of us are so used to it that we’ve become unaware of it; we’ve tuned it out.
(Actually, fun fact — did you know that compressed air is so widely used that it is often regarded as the fourth utility, after electricity, gas and water. However, if you evaluate the cost of compressed air it is actually more expensive than the other three utilities. So… air is free my foot!)
… The impact of light should be the same. It should reverberate in our soul. As stained glass artists we are asked to create an obstacle to the mundane, an impediment to the boring, a spring of joy for the soul. It should create its own sort of sound within.
I walk around the old neighborhoods in my city and its everywhere. Leaded glass transoms, sidelights and accent windows were so common; practically every house had one or two fancy windows. Now? You’re lucky to find anything in a newer neighborhood. Did we get too used to it? Did we forget the impact of that simple beauty in our everyday lives? Was it not enough? We’ve complicated our rooflines, but when do we ever sit around enjoying those?