A few years ago I was pressured by a good friend to submit a window for the National SGAA Convention window competition. After balking and more balking, the offer of free glass and shipping made it hard to say no. The contest had a theme— "Light", and beyond stipulating the finished size, each contestant was sent a box of cast glass pieces that were required to be included in the panel. As these things go, I imagined that all of the participants got the same pieces, thus leveling the playing field. Mine was a very bland set of roundels and square-cast pieces. After seeing the winning pieces it was obvious that others had received different and in some cases, outstanding pieces of glass to incorporate. I never received any confirmation receipt of the piece nor notification of winners. Just the same box I shipped it in returned without a note, etc. Upon seeing the subsequent issue of the SGAA journal I saw my panel in the background of a photo so I at least know it made it. My friend Pam told me some of her fondest memories of her dad was when he would catch fireflies in a jar for her. I gave her the window.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Nocturne
A few years ago I was pressured by a good friend to submit a window for the National SGAA Convention window competition. After balking and more balking, the offer of free glass and shipping made it hard to say no. The contest had a theme— "Light", and beyond stipulating the finished size, each contestant was sent a box of cast glass pieces that were required to be included in the panel. As these things go, I imagined that all of the participants got the same pieces, thus leveling the playing field. Mine was a very bland set of roundels and square-cast pieces. After seeing the winning pieces it was obvious that others had received different and in some cases, outstanding pieces of glass to incorporate. I never received any confirmation receipt of the piece nor notification of winners. Just the same box I shipped it in returned without a note, etc. Upon seeing the subsequent issue of the SGAA journal I saw my panel in the background of a photo so I at least know it made it. My friend Pam told me some of her fondest memories of her dad was when he would catch fireflies in a jar for her. I gave her the window.
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