Folio I
On Transparency
We build our house of glass so that nothing in it is hidden. Every wall is a window; every window is a door through which the light may wander in and out as it pleases. What is held in shadow elsewhere is, here, simply seen.
Come as you are. The glass will not judge you. It will only show you, softly bent, to yourself.
Folio II
The Light That Bends
Light enters as one thing and leaves as many. White becomes violet, rose, gold and the blue of deep water. We hold that nothing is lost in the breaking — only revealed.
So too with us. Pass through the pane, and see what colours you were carrying all along.
Folio III
Gather in the Glass
The doors are always open, though the hours are still being written. When the bells are cast and the day is chosen, it will be inscribed here, in gold.
— times & place to be announced —