Kilnformer’s murrini you can buy

Note: This post was originally published on January 20, 2011. Since then, some of these offerings have changed, and more murrini makers are offering kilnformer supplies, so I thought this needed an update.

I’ve been exploring all the different ways to make murrini cane in a kiln, and having a lot of fun with it. Check out some of these (amazingly long-winded) posts for step-by-step instructions:

Murrini cane in a kiln: Sandwiches, Part I
Murrini cane in a kiln: Jellyrolls
Murrini cane in a kiln: The rod pod
Kinda like peanuts

But I gotta tell you, it’s a lot of work and it’s not cheap. So what do you do if you want good-looking, kiln-fusing murrini that you don’t have to make yourself?


Plaster mastery

In the first article in this series, I discussed why glass casters should build a parts library of mastermolds. In this article (part II), I’ll talk about the easiest of mastermold-making techniques: The plaster mold.
Silicones, urethanes, and resins–the stuff I make most of my glass casting mastermolds from–can be spendy and hard to find. The moldmaking techniques they require can be time-consuming, with a steepish learning curve.

So don’t use them when you start out; use plaster of paris, or inexpensive bisqueware, instead. There are a lot of advantages to making mastermolds with plaster of paris:

It’s readily available in […]




life, food, stuff like that

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Me and the god of adventure

"Your burglar alarm company just called; your house is on fire," Mom said on my mobile phone...just as my flight was boarding. Sigh. It's been a busy week, and it's only Monday. Been doing my usual 72 things at once: Houseful of guests (the incredible glass artist and lovely person Carol Carson, with her equally lovely sister and daughter). My sister's in town from DC, staying with my folks. My plane lands back in Glassland four hours before the party I'm throwing for Carol on Wednesday (y'all come!). I'm getting ready for a sculpture show this weekend. The antmind decided that BigBoy, my ginormous old Dell desktop, was a perfect place to raise the kids. You know, I think there's a god of adventure sitting in an office somewhere, and everytime he gets bored he types my name, hits the send button...and here we go again.

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Bob bites the big one

(And no, I don’t mean you, Mr. Heath!)

Bob-the-blowdryer died a fiery death on Wednesday. I laid him to rest (in the trash can) and… mourned. Slightly.

Maybe I should explain.


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Selling babies

What do the above pieces have in common? They still live with me.

I’ve never really thought of myself as sentimentalist. Sure, I sometimes sob at tearjerker chickflicks or cracking good animation or sublimely elegant algorithms or wonderful UX or hardware that really IS “plug and play” or somebody just being nice for no good reason or incredible art. And maybe I succumb to leaky optics over certain scents or songs or baby animals but…


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Did I ever mention why I love–that is, L-O-V-E, all caps–Glassland?
For […]

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Very Leaky

“The recommended amount of air leakage for your home is 2,060 CFM50. The actual amount of air leakage tested to be 6093 CFM50. The results of this test show your home is 196% above the recommended level of air leakage. This classifies your home as Very Leaky and puts air leakage reduction as a high priority for energy savings and air quality improvement.”
I am very leaky. Or rather, my house is.

Not a huge surprise, since Jesse-the-greenguy turned my upstairs hallway into a wind tunnel simply by closing the windows and sticking a huge fan in my front door, blowing out. Air sucked in through all the leaky windows and literally whoooooshed my hair into an updo as I stood there.  […]


1303, 2014

9 most useful iPhone apps


Iphigenia the iPhone holds a boatload (or maybe a phoneload) of apps, those intriguing little chunks of software that do…stuff. I’ve a bit […]

1002, 2014

Shooting snow with an iPhone


So you know I can’t pass up something as gorgeously photogenic as crackly, melting ice over snow in my backyard, right?

Right. I can’t. And I didn’t.

I thought about schlepping Darius-the-Nikon and all his gear out to the backyard for a shoot…but the “melting” part of the above description gave me pause: Darius is not exactly waterproof.