Grand evening

Thank you to all who honored Jay and me by attending Friday evening’s reception at the Afa Gallery. We enjoyed meeting new people and being with many friends, clients, and other artists. It was pure joy seeing people delight in the glass. It doesn’t take much of a question to get either of us talking about our materials or work so by the end of the evening my voice started to go. If you didn’t get a chance to visit with one of us, do email or call. Or bring your query to the gallery talk at 8 p.m. on September 15. See you there!

article in Scranton Times-Tribune

‘Coming to Light’ AFA Gallery to showcase local couple’s stained glass works

By Josh McAuliffe TRIBUNE STAFF WRITER 08/26/2004

What’s the first thing that leaps to mind upon hearing the words “stained glass”?

A church, right?

Visit the Artist for Art Gallery sometime in the next month, and Jay and Mary Ann Paulukonis will provide you with a whole new take on the art.

Traversing another fireland

The morning after my last entry, Jay, our son and webmaster Michael, and I departed on what was supposed to be a vacation. We left home shortly after 3:00 am and drove fifteen hours (less rest stops) to Waterloo, Iowa, my home town. Three drivers is better than two and we played a talking book that interested all of us. Besides listening to a book on those long journeys, I enjoy watching the sun come up in the rear-view mirror, eating breakfast in the last Pennsylvania I-80 rest area, cross-country conversations for which there seems to be all the time in the world, and crossing the muddy Mississippi.

I also enjoy arriving at my parents home in Waterloo. They used to catch sight of us as we drove into the driveway. Now we make our way down the halls and up the stairs of a retirement village apartment building. Dad and Mom moved there three years ago as dementia claimed more and more of Mom s functioning. In order to ensure her care, they left the house they had built for our growing family when I was seven years old, and the huge old maple tree out front, and the big garden in back, and moved into a small apartment. Now Dad lives alone in the apartment since Mom entered the village s care center a year ago.

In July life again changed dramatically for my father. He had a heart attack shortly before our planned visit. Within hours of our arrival in Waterloo Dad s condition worsened. So instead of early-morning Masses followed by breakfast out, wheeling my mother to the patio with the newspaper, and a day trip to visit relatives, we listened to a ventilator and counted tubes running into my father in the ICU.

The last time my parents came east, a half-dozen years ago, I traveled with them for a week. It was a bittersweet time as my mother s confusion was already very pronounced. During that trip I translated some of the experience into a stained glass panel later named Traversing the Firelands. During our July trip I had no energy for designing but perhaps I may yet find a way to describe some of the journey via glass and lead lines.