Amy Bray's Profile

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Re- creating myself is something I do daily...even minute to minute. Artist, romantic, protagonist, hero, villain, comic...many profiles fit me at any given time. Today I am a mixture of romantic comedy with a bit of mystery. A storyline of hilarious mix-ups, wondering if this will ever really work out. Somehow it always does.

Where does glass fit into this story? That would be my romance. At times it takes advantage of me, missing communications, not giving up the secrets I am striving to uncover. We struggle in this relationship. We fight on occassion. And sometimes the result is ugly and cracked. Sometimes it is gentle and expected. It says the right things and moves in ways that are thrilling, my hands responding and my heart pounding. Always there is heat...

Glass would be my comedy. I set out to create beauty. The process never a given…

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  • Female
  • Born on July 15
  • Joined April 28, 2008

Favorite materials

Glass, Frits, Silvered Glass, Glass Clay, Metal Clay, Ceramic and Polymer Clay

About

Re- creating myself is something I do daily...even minute to minute. Artist, romantic, protagonist, hero, villain, comic...many profiles fit me at any given time. Today I am a mixture of romantic comedy with a bit of mystery. A storyline of hilarious mix-ups, wondering if this will ever really work out. Somehow it always does.

Where does glass fit into this story? That would be my romance. At times it takes advantage of me, missing communications, not giving up the secrets I am striving to uncover. We struggle in this relationship. We fight on occassion. And sometimes the result is ugly and cracked. Sometimes it is gentle and expected. It says the right things and moves in ways that are thrilling, my hands responding and my heart pounding. Always there is heat...

Glass would be my comedy. I set out to create beauty. The process never a given. Should I add this or do that? Oh wait! Hahaha, Pink and purple? Black and blue? Really?!!! I sit back as it exits the heat and instead of a diamond I see a pig, instead of a ruby, a dragon or a puppy. Sometimes I see stars within this story, a rainbow or a river. It can be a bit prickly; I have come to ecpect the unexpected. The punchline always different, the timing...? We are working on that. I smile, I laugh. Is this love?

At last the mystery kicks in. What I before assumed would be ugly and lost has turned into a thing quite beautiful. As I remove it from the heat of our last argument, the colors and beauty emerge. As I unfold from the laughter I see the nature of our personalities merge together. The story finally unfolds and my curiosity is satisfied. I find that indeed my glass has loved me all along. It has been waiting simply for me to discover it, to truly see it. To admit my undying love for it and all the craziness it offers. When I am with it, I am home.

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