Nostalgia or I'd rather burn than bleed

I'm taking a walk down memory lane - or how I became a flamework/lampwork glass artist instead of stained glass. You're looking at the one and only piece of stained glass art I ever made. What you don't see is the $50 worth of glass I cut to bits trying to learn how to cut glass - I did alot of cutting, yeah but of my hands and not the glass! Lots of blood was spilled making this piece.

I took intro to stained glass along with my into to lampwork class - lampwork was where I burned myself - so I made a choice - do I want to bleed or burn for my art?

I'd rather burn than bleed.