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There is something deeply satisfying about watching someone make something by hand. Not because the finished object is beautiful. Because for a little while, beauty stops feeling mysterious.
Nightbloom Glass doesn’t simply share finished stained glass pieces. She invites people into the workshop itself. You watch sketches become patterns, then fragments, and eventually little windows. Every cut, every grind, every strip of copper foil, every bead of solder remains visible. She sheds light on the dozens of tiny decisions required before a single piece can hang in the light.
It all began as a way to dedicate time to herself. To use her hands, forget the stresses of the day, and simply create.
“I’m not an artist… Im normally a books and numbers kind of person,” she said.As a mother of two little ones, an ICU nurse who worked through COVID, she described spending years carrying a level of mental noise that few people ever truly see. Anxiety, overstimulation, the constant vigilance required both at work and at home eventually became a permanent background frequency.
Sleep Token didn’t erase that. It gave it somewhere to rest. Listening, she told me, allows her fight-or-flight response to settle enough that she can simply exist in the present for a while.
Perhaps more importantly…
“Makes me feel like I’m not alone.”
That continues to be a shared thread throughout the community.
Even before we discover there is a community, the music is enough to make us feel less alone.
Nightbloom Glass isn’t simply documenting stained glass. She’s documenting becoming. And perhaps that’s what drew me to her work in the first place.
The finished piece is beautiful.
Watching it become beautiful somehow feels even more so.
A few of my favorite pieces:
Top left and top right show the same piece under different lighting.(STUNNING, amiright‽)
Bottom left is a photo of a piece in-progress for her brother, inspired by Jaws
Bottom right is an in-progress photo of Jerry, the black flamingo
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