Geschilderd raam in de Slotkapel Egmond te Egmond aan den Hoef 1907

This is a photograph of a painted window in the Slotkapel Egmond, captured by an anonymous photographer. Can you imagine the light streaming through those panes, each color telling a piece of the story? I think about the anonymous artist who made this window long ago. What was it like for them? Squinting at the light, figuring out how to make glass sing? The way the lines thicken and thin to create shapes, like the delicate dance of lead and light itself. It feels like a conversation, this window and all the other stained glass windows out there. Each artist riffing on the last, seeing what they can do with color and form. It makes you wonder what stories they were trying to tell, and what stories we see in them now. What does it mean to translate those shapes into light? How does it make you feel?