Fast keystone project with some interesting aspects. This is LotusBowl, and it can be made in a single firing, although for finishing's sake I did it in two. I didn't have a heckuva lotta luck with Mom's Christmas present this year. The first, a pate de verre project, had a color change I didn't care for. I decided instead to [...]
In keeping with the holiday season (and with apologies to Clement Moore): ‘Twas the night before Christmas and out in my shop I cast, fused and ground ’til I thought I would drop. Glass vessels, glass sculptures, glass plates and wall hangings Glass pendants, glass earrings: Glass orders, outstanding. “Deliver tonight!” I cried, feeling blue; “Or I’ll never get paid [...]
So I picked up a bunch of glass today, full- and half-sized sheets, neatly wrapped. Set them upright on the backseat like you're supposed to, then thought, "I don't need to seatbelt them in, I'm only driving home." So of course you know what happened, right? Guy in the lefthand lane decides he needs to make an immediate right turn, [...]
Whew. Been so busy my eyes are crossing (which makes it kinda hard to write), but did want to mention what I'm up to this week: Alicia Lomne's pate de verre class at Bullseye. I am having a ball, and sorry that the week's drawing to a close. Most people employ pate de verre techniques (there are many) to create [...]
I really like slugs. More specifically, I really like nudibranchs, the wildly colored, shell-less critters that wend their way through kelp beds, coral formations and sea floors around the world. In fact, I've been making glass in honor of nudibranchs whenever the mood takes me:
Chatting with an old friend the other day, I mentioned a former colleague. "He's now working at ---, right?" "Nope. From what I hear he kinda went ballistic. He's not there, anyway. Don't know what he's doing now." When I knew him, he was a wild-eyed radical, desperate for white collar security or maybe a middle-class suburbian ashamed of liking [...]
Am I the only one who remembers irony? Got into a bit of a Facebook thing with a woman who was bemoaning the death of Thanksgiving. She said it had been murdered by the crass commercialism of Black Friday, thanks to crass commercialist shoppers crassly trampling over each other to buy crass commercialist electronic plastic crap that was, well, crass. [...]
I just received a stellar example of mindless customer service letters, thought I'd share. Here's the story: For the past few years I've been seeking licorice buttons. Heide licorice buttons, to be exact. They're the ones that used to be sold in department store candy counters across the US, the delicious black rounds, about 3/4 inch in diameter. The despair [...]
There's gotta be some kind of unwritten law that says the longer you work with a glass, the stingier you get with the heat.
