A Mother’s Guiding Hand

The reflective, luminescent glass has a mind of its own. For it drapes and molds itself into organs filling the void between the two legs of the tall building, but not without the guiding hand of the white beams, much like a that of a mother’s guiding hand for her child. She does not argue with the glass as it stretches across the emptiness to the other side: for she knows the glass will do what it wants; but, nonetheless, she wraps herself around the glass in a casing to hold it up stronger, and to let it shine all the more brighter.

3 details: white beams, glass work underneath the beams, and curvature of the structures in between the two legs of the building