Untitled: Elliott

I find myself at a loss for words when I collide with a new medium of art. It's a new beginning. Snap, crackle and pop went the hot unused glass. That was what I was greeted by upon entering the hot shop. Heat spewed from the furnace roasting my skin like the depths of hell. My body became dry from the heat and my mouth became parched. I step out for a moment to quench my thirst with water that tastes like rusty metal. Returning back to the hot shop I realized that looking into the furnace is like staring into the sun.