These things - the beauty, the memory of our own past are good images of what we really desire....For they are not the thing itself, they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.
- C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
I created this lamp during a Beginning Welding class with Sal St. Germain at the Morean Arts Center in St. Petersburg FL. The base is welded steel and aluminum and the lampshade is encaustic mixed media.
Life is precious. Not because it is unchangeable, like a diamond, but because it is vulnerable like a little bird.
- Henri Nouwen
In the plan of the Great Dance plans without number interlock, and each movement becomes in its season the breaking into flower of the whole design to which all else has been directed.
-C.S. Lewis, Perelandra
Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising of circumstances, even in the midst of suppering, with tears in its eyes.
Final piece in a "We Are Connected" series. This piece is in honor of my late brother, Vincent Bambola Jr.
This moment contains all moments.