Wilted Rose City

Update to post. I finally titled the piece. Brought to you by the "progress" on Division Street. Seriously, people no one, and I mean NO ONE calls it "D-Street". Stop trying to make it happen. The old Oregon theatre is still there, and while I am not a patron, I may give them a donation to stay in the neighborhood.

I saw a bumper sticker yesterday, which succinctly put my feelings to words. It's been so long since a bumper sticker did anything but give me secondhand embarrassment: Fred & Toody, NOT Fred & Carrie. Amen.


Center: red glass rose from broken cocktail ring. Blue wind shield glass, cabochons. Below, veins of copper pigment painted glass with layers of (mikimoto seed & rice pearls) pearls, pre-ban red coral, tiny shells, crystals. Other glass backed in silver, gold, copper foil.

It's pretty. It also is in the private collection of a lovely couple in California (previously of PDX).
I have more pictures, but I promised I would put this up for someone to see. [per request] Mostly strangers look at my pictures, which is lovely.