Glass is like water except it doesn't move, or to be exact it is a fluid that moves so slowly that we can't perceive it, except after many years as in rippled old window panes. This is a quick drawing of the glass chandelier in the room where the constitution was signed:
And here is Mr D again in the guise of a threesome in the rain---a divergence from a photo in the NY Times......
In the silliness of perfect alchemy we can draw anything. Glass, water, fire and doodles leave their unions to come do serious work for me:
