Viciously Vitreous

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The only piece of glass I have left.  This was from a pattern, my originals were things like the Major Arcana, Rider-Waite deck.  I made this for my parent's house c. 1990, workmanlike with poor solder joints, I got in a hurry.  
I thought I had a trade, glass does not pay well unless you work for a really good studio.  Too many people are capable of basic cutting and glazing, and anything else has to be sold as custom pieces or fine art.  Screw it, I'll glaze these for myself and stack them in the corner before I ever let myself be cheated again, people want artistic skill but they don't want to pay for it.  Doubt me?  Ask anyone who has ever spent years training for the stage how well they get paid.  Ask anyone on an art site how often people beg for free art.  People will pay big bucks for the venue but skimp on the artists, not realizing or caring that they are getting exactly what they pay for in the way of talent.  If you want something, make it yourself or pay fair market price, there is very much something wrong about being cheap and trying to steal.

Don't be a sorry fuckhead weasel-
Pay good or leave it on the easel.

Yes, there are people who do very well in the art glass business but they have worked hard and are hard headed.  It is advisable to get your money up front and always get paid before installation.  I made this out of scraps so it is not the best mix of opaque and translucent, the border glass is glue chip, which gives that ice quality to the finish but is cheap and overused, popular with front door windows.  Art Nouveau bores me to tears anyway, Deco is where it's at.
I considered pornographic glass but I never tried it, had I done so I am sure the money would have been far better than these la di da windows, you name your fantasy, I'll put it in glass.*  I was kinda hung up about that sort of thing then.  But now,... Hell.  I'll deliver to you Stupor Mundi or at least something to set the tone for that next really good party.  Goes great with cocaine and poppers!
Here I am complaining about my lack of financial sense, like I expected fair and honest from the world.  There ain't no room for sentiment in business.

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