Listen, can you hear Springsteen's gravelly voice singing the haunting refrain? "Don't you feel like a rider on a downbound train. . ." As I was melting this piece of glass, Springsteen was singing "She just said, Joe, I gotta go. We had it once, we ain't got it anymore. She packed her bags, left me behind. . ." **sigh** How can you not feel the melancholy emotion in that song? "Last night, I heard your voice. You were crying, crying, so alone. You said your love had never died. You were waiting for me at home.. .I ran til I thought my chest would explode... then I fell to my knees on my head and cried. . ." Fall deep into that despair, and it might take you a while to climb back out. That's what's cool about melting glass, though. You can let yourself fall deep into a song or a thought or an image, torch it, and then bring yourself back to real life.
Thanks for stopping by to visit with AngelinaBeadalina! I'm really just plain ol' Angie or Ang, but the catchy name does suit me in the sense that I'm a motormouth who loves to play with words almost as much as I love to play with glass! You can find me here at BeadArtists.org, in my Etsy shop, or in my daily blog. You can get links to those places at www.angelinabeadalina.com (click on it above). Please pardon the use of my "official" website as a traffic control signal at the moment-- at least, that's what it makes me think of when I look at it. . . lots of directions to other places where there are updates on a daily basis. Tech-stuff would not be one of those things that I love or that comes naturally to me ;) Well, enough rambling for now, come on in, look around. . . have fun exploring my glass experiments and ideas. Peace, Ang
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