Air Crew Wings
Celtic design with emerald green antique glass
Celtic design with amethyst water glass
Celtic Fireman’s Symbol
Rooster with sunflowers
The glass for the snake was unique in mottling and color which distinguishes its subject from the rest of the panel.
Claudia wanted to match the style of an existing window in the house but with added privacy. This window contains a combination of glue chip and seedy glass which gives the privacy she wanted without giving up the sunlight in the room.
Griffin close up
Coast Guard Logo
Air Force Logo
Rich browns and ambers make up the color composition for this stylized compass rose.
BURDA name plaque
Red/orange stylized tulip
Another panel in the cottage series with a stylized tulip (not a bevel cluster) with a mauve antique glass background.
My “cottage series” started with this panel. It is a stylized tulip bevel cluster with an antique blue glass background framed out in wide pine with a chalk paint finish. The cottage series is my take on what you might find hanging in a window on Cape Cod.
A small panel with a big impact. Measures only 8″ x 11″.
Navy Pilot Wings
Navy Pilot Wings
Irises are one of my favorite flowers and royal blue one of my favorite colors. Combining the two was the next logical step.
Koi and waterlily
This panel was inspired by a trip to the Japanese Garden just outside Seattle. The water features within the garden contained some of the biggest koi I have ever seen. And so my koi dwarfs the water lily beside it.
Unlike the nasty, fire breathing, man killing dragons of Harry Potter, the chinese dragons are kind and benevolent. This one has a glue chip glass background and my favorite blue glass for the dragon.
This panel was created to fill a staircase window to provide some privacy in a spot where curtains or blinds are impractical. And when the owners move, they can take it with them.
This window was in a bathroom and therefore had the privacy factor. The four panes were created to fit within the mullions.
Naval Flight Officer Wings
In the Navy colors of blue and gold, this panel represents the wings pin of the Naval Flight Officer.
Red haired woman
This panel is so vibrant and colorful that I have it on my business card.
This is a story my daughter wrote for the “W” in the letter series I have done.
She turned quickly, shying away from the blazing yellow script. Of course it was time for W again, although in all honesty it had seemed that the time for W was perpetually upon her. How could she have forgotten? How could she have missed the signs? She picked up her pace, scurrying home to begin the preparations for the ordeal that would consume the coming night.
Stepping gingerly over the corpses of vermin that littered the two short stairs that separated her small tenement from the noisy, cobbled streets, she hurried to the cracked washbasin beneath the dingy mirror. With a few practiced moves she stripped the muslin bands from her hair and face, the contrast between her uncovered skin and her recently clothed further accentuating the filth that lay over her like a caul. Eyeing her naked visage through the fog of the old mirror, she nodded quietly to herself. The rest of her garments, rags really, quickly followed her bands, and she stood exposed. Grabbing up the aged sponge, she began to scrub her limbs, her face, leaving only her hair untouched.
From a case in a darker corner of the room, she withdrew her costume, her role in W made material through silk and fine tatting. Although much finer, and ages cleaner, than the bands and clothes left piled on the floor, her muscles rippled involuntarily as she pulled its drapes and stays on, the result of her skin crawling away from the terrible, tender touch of the fabric. That was what W did. It made all things beautiful into frightening reminders of W and its sweeping power.
As she secured the last of the drapes, tugging harder than was necessary in the small but sole act of defiance available to her, she began to brace herself. Stepping back towards the door, she drew one of her last untainted breaths of the evening. Steely cold began to grip her from within, and she moved into the fear, and flung open the door…
Decades later, she hangs the stained glass panel in one of the many floor-to-ceiling windows gracing her private dressing room. Light bathes the space, picking out the golden threads of her morning gown, and glinting from the precious inlays that dominate the textures of her furniture. Kicking her train in a practiced move, she stepped to the far side of the generously apportioned room, the better to regard the panel. 19 1/4 X 19 1/4, rendered in stained glass, and framed in solid oak, the gothic W blazed in the morning sun’s rays.
“Now I’ll keep you in a frame,” she murmured to herself, the hint of satisfaction almost too low to catch. Turning away, she left the panel to hang, glorious but cold, a perfect encapsulation of those terrifying days so long ago.
This framed panel was created to fit within the dimensions of a bathroom window so privacy was paramount. There are golden undertones to the white background glass which burst forth when hit by the setting sun. The leaves are cut from a Spectrum glass called “rain forest” which is rapidly becoming one of my go to glasses for greenery.
My son-in-law wrote the copy for the “Wilson” nameplate.
When I was born many great things were said of me. I was made to play the game and I had Olympic potential. Truth be told, I never saw one day of competitive play. On my way to start my career, my plane crashed over the Atlantic. I washed up on an uncharted island. By the grace of God, I was not alone. I was kept company by the plane’s only other survivor. He had worked for a large parcel delivery service and was desperate to get back to his fiancée. For roughly four long years we were each other’s only company. I was his ear to listen and much needed companionship. He gave me new found purpose and helped me to put on a brave face.
When the time had come for us to make our escape, we took to the ocean in a makeshift raft. We were at the mercy of the wind and tides but we had to try. It was on this Odyssey, that we parted company. After a terrible storm, I lost hold of the tether that held me to the raft. I was able to keep afloat, but not being much of a swimmer, I began to drift away. My friend tried desperately to grab hold of me, but in the end he had to choose between the raft and me. As we drifted apart I could hear him screaming my name and apologizing for letting me go. I could never tell him, but I did not blame him for my fate.
As luck would have it, I was fished from the water by a US Navy aircraft carrier, and befriended by a few Top Guns. They stitched me up the best they could and returned me to form. Though my professional aspirations were over, I did enjoy being a part of a few pick up games.
Every night I think of my friend, Chuck. I wonder if he ever found his fiancée, or if he returned home only to find himself at another one of life’s cross roads. Which direction would he take? Would it lead him to me? If he ever has the thought to seek me out, he will know my door by the artistically crafted stained glass nameplate hanging in the window. As he comes to hand deliver my parcel he will find a familiar name, Wilson.
My daughter wrote this copy for the “S” in my letter series.
This serene square savors the serenity of the still and sibilant S. Whether you are a Smith, or a Sutherland, a Smeigle, or a Stormes, this striking, sapphire sample of Mann Avenue Glass solitary letter series will strike up solidarity with one’s namesake.
The solitary crafts person who slaved over this and other pieces summons years of glass artistry in the design and manufacture of all Mann Avenue Glass objects d’art. The sum of Mann Avenue Glass stockpile is shaped solely through the superior vision of this estimable crafts person.
Original design, hand-pieced and soldered, measuring 19 1/4 X 19 1/4 and framed in solid oak, this panel is sure to become a family heirloom, or at the very least, a neat conversation piece that one can be assured will excite envy among one’s friends.
Not an S, yourself? Mann Avenue Glass would be pleased to create an heirloom-cum-conversation piece just for you! All letters available.
Not a Gothic script lover, either? Perhaps you’re more of a Times New Roman, or (God forbid!) a Garamond? Mann Avenue Glass would be further pleased to talk fonts with you.
This panel measures 36″ round. It was commissioned by a lady who loves daffodils and wanted to see them year round. The crazy thing about this window is that it is in the lady’s closet and very difficult to view from inside the house as you need to squish your way through a galley of hanging clothes and peek into a small bump out of the room. But the closet is on the second story in the front of the house and, with back lighting, every time she arrives home at night, there are her daffodils welcoming her home.
This panel was created for the Annual Fakes and Forgeries art exhibit at Spring Bull Gallery in Newport. My calla lily was derived from one in the series of calla lilies painted by Georgia O’Keefe.
Tree of Life
This window measures 48′ X 48″ and sits in a bay window in a dining room. The inspiration to make this came from the fact that the house next door is only 12′ away. If the blinds were not kept closed, the diners could watch the next door neighbors through their dining room window eating their meals. An unhappy state of affairs. So not only is privacy re-established without blinds blocking the light, but both sets of diners have something beautiful to look at.