Stained glass in a small chapel. Light pools in colours, warming cold stone. Lines trace shapes, piece together a whole, like patchwork. No painted faces of long forgotten saints here. The colour is universal and speaks of joy and the landscape. It can only really be experienced from inside. Step over the threshold of the church. Walk inside to know the true colours as they harness the power of the sunlight. Like watching a screen. Each window unique but colours work in harmo

I see the glass surface, reflecting the sky, trees and birds beyond the garden where this glass house is. The wood and metal frame creates a limit to this imagination, I have reached an edge. The reflections are sealed within a frame. The panes of glass repeat, rectangles as if each one a painting hanging on the academy wall. Focus changes and inside, pots and leaves and stems. Greens and browns with the occasional hit if colour of a fruit or flower acting as an anchor point