Break the Glass

A beautiful display of art stands behind the tempered glass. A museum of beauty showcasing the rare forms once seen. The subject stands posed in a familiar scene for that era, that season, that life. People line up at the ticket booth to stroll through the hallways adorned with captiviating extinction.

One window, one scene catches their eye. They stop and stare. Their hand covers their jaw dropped mouth in awe of beauty captured behind glass. So flawless, untouchable...

People begin to crowd behind, all waiting for one look. They are pushed along to see the other sights but even as they look away they glance over their shoulders for one more peek. One more vision. The next group comes along.

Treasured, unique and rare this delicate creature and its habitat has been frozen and preserved behind the finger print filled glass. The beauty stands their waiting day after day for one person not to just stop and stare but to break the glass and set it free.

Alive or a memory that lies behind the illusion of safety wants to be set free. It no longer wants to be looked at, it wants to be experienced, touched. It wants to no longer remain in its "original" habitat. It wants to see itself in new light, in new circumstance, in love.

The timeless beauty stands still watching so many gaze in awe, she doesnt want to be watched, she wants to be taken. Her heart screams "I need HIM, to break the glass"