This particular store had an array of Quoitzel art glass lamps as well, and the making of glass panels has been a strong love of mine at points in the past 16 years. Yes, it’s been many moons now since I’ve found the time, but oh – what a balm it was to see so many in one place. One that particularly caught my eye was the most simply designed – it was built with thin trapezoidal pieces in various veiny shades of natural jade.
My brief wander through the store (Did I trace my steps a couple of times to try a different chair or look again at the name of a table style, pull open a drawer just to sense its smooth slide on perfectly-placed track hardware? I most certainly did!) was like a mini-vacation, inspiring, and restful. My natural assumption was that my own creative output in my current routine would be multiplied one hundredfold if I could surround myself with such creations. Yes, I’m almost certain it would.
As I walked away from the store in the cold, though, I wondered something else. Obviously, this kind of artistry calms and rejuvenates me, makes me wish I “could make something as beautiful.” Whether it be two-dimensional art, an essay, or another panel of glass work in my own basement shop. I insist that full-time “regular” work and family obligations keep me from the attempt of such things; where’s the time? However, the real barrier to my own attempts could be the fact that I believe that what I might accomplish in the time I have would most certainly be inferior to these specimens of crafted artistry. My guess is that the folks who conceive and built and finish these pieces aren't part-timers. But, is my failure to even attempt it because I believe the result can’t be exquisite?
Therein lies my dilemma. How many of us hold ourselves back from whatever would bring us a deep, satisfying joy with that kind of reasoning? I’m among them, minority or not…
I’m most grateful, though, that the artisans who spend glorious days shaping trees into hands-on works of household art have found a way to do just. The rest of us – slackers – can benefit. May these dear Amish artisans live many long and productive days and enjoy quiet evenings with their feet up and the satisfaction of a job well – marvel-ously – done.