Found this 10-panel vintage window in Orange, California and was grateful that it survived the trip back to the Midwest. It’s a big window at 5′ feet x 2′ feet and took quite a bite out of my vintage glass collection. When I select vintage windows for glass on glass window projects, I look for a really sturdy window frame with good, hopefully heavier glass that doesn’t wiggle .. not even a little bit. This window was very sturdy, the glass was awesome and it had really cool hinges that I left alone.
I used E6000 Clear Adhesive to glue the glass to the glass, in a well ventilated room, and used a wheeled tile cutter to cut smaller pieces of glass, while wearing safety glasses with a first aid kit near by. Safety First – Always wear safety glasses when breaking or cutting random glass dishes, cups and/or glass objects. Depending on the type of glass they can and some will shatter in a bazillion pieces … maybe more. Be careful.
First, I cleaned the entire window with a vinegar & water mixture and let it dry. Started to cut the glass pieces for fill in and laid out a first pass design. Made the decision to not glue it down during the design. Shoulda.
A full jar of glass marbles literally jumped off the shelf.
The vintage window was purchased in Orange, California with my sista friend, Alice. A fun day was had by all.
Lovin’ the glass heart porthole!
“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t “try” to do things. You simply “must” do things.” — Ray Bradbury
“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.” — Pearl S. Buck