Ben Tuna is good at transforming rusted-out, patina-eaten wrecks into art.
For the past few months, in a nondescript stucco warehouse on a sleepy street in Glendale, California, he has used stained-glass salvaged from sanctuary tableaus to rebuild the windows of a 1965 Porsche 911 he found derelict in Ohio. Once empty, the frames are now filled with palm-sized fragments of centuries-old church glass that glow like a sacred kaleidoscope. Halo-clad seraphim in verdant robes grace the rear of the car; the cameo face of a bearded prophet in deep repose appears at shotgun.
In the past weeks, though, the second-generation stained-glass artist has been alchemizing something that hits ...