The Glass Circle

Glass Circle.

A moon

A portal

A puddle

A pond

A well

A mirror

Magic.

In the woods, discarded, what was once a table top I would presume. A large round sheet of glass lies flat against the undergrowth gazing upwards and out. We look down and in and up and out. As I came across it the news reached earth that the lunar mission was a success and here I was staring at my own moon reflecting the sky. The idea of discovery at the forefront of my mind. The sight was uncanny and magical. A logical brain can say this is fly tipping and rubbish but my artist eyes just see endless wonder and possibilities. The way that glass as a material is so solid and yet fragile. This glass reflecting the world perfectly offering new viewpoints from within. It appeared to have almost formed through the ground not placed on top, the way the shadows and reflections moved across the surface.

The circle, a round perfect border. It created an edge in an otherwise natural environment, a threshold to view what is beyond and through and up and out. Look down to look up. An Alice in wonderland moment of consciousness.

My glass moon (it is wholly mine now) remains. The portal for now is open. I do worry each time I visit it might be broken, disturbed or gone. I have to let it be, as it’s too cumbersome for me to move and I worry the magic will be disturbed the moment I do. For now I photograph it in situ and try to get me imagination to tell me why it’s so exciting. What exactly is it and how can I recreate it. That’s what I do isn’t it? See what captures my attention and try to recreate the feeling in some way. I wonder if it’s the glass in the woods- I have ideas now of things I can make. Also, circles of glass are inherent pleasing- a round window, round hangings, little moons. I wonder if I can play with this idea too.