The rose window — choose a light
The Eye
“Everything the window says, it says by being stood behind.”
The medallion at the centre is not a picture but an aperture. Every one of the twelve lights borrows its argument from this small disc of uncoloured glass — the only pane in the whole wheel that shows you the weather instead of a story. Select any petal to read its gloss.
The Ambulatory — dispatches from the glass house
Canon of Pigments
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