29 June 2005
25 June 2005
Our three-girl show at the Red House Cone, Scene Through Glass, opened on 22nd with a very enjoyable party. Part of the Stourbridge Festival of Performing Arts.
The picture shows the storyteller, John Edgar, who was excellent (Oh yes, and that's Emily on the left). He related various tales and myths to my concept of the ambiguities inherent in the way we perceive the world as expressed by my kiln-fused piece, Comma Separated Values. We wanted listeners to think, ‘I never looked at it from that point of view before’. e.g.
- Is Cinderella forgiving or vengeful?
- What gave rise to the saying 'For the Want of a Nail'?
- How does The Hare and the Tortoise relate to Why the Elephant has a Flat Bottom?
As to a specific ‘comma’, the storyteller liked, 'What is this thing called, love?' as opposed to 'What is this thing called love'. Lots of scope in Shakespeare. There's Duncan listening to a wounded soldier and issuing the command, ‘Go get him, surgeons!’ instead of, ‘Go, get him surgeons.’
A shame more people didn't come to hear him. As he said, it was a 'spectacle'. I'd love to do it again in London.
24 June 2005
23 June 2005
I've not been a stained glass fan because I've been struggling with what it's for in a modern world. But today I worked very hard to make this panel using the marbling sample effects I had experimented with at West Dean. Quite like the results. This time I have weather-proofed it with the proper cement. Hope to do the blacking on the last day of term, assuming someone can find some wire wool. They are rather clearing everything away.
22 June 2005
Isn't this sad! The 10-acre site that was once a thriving glasshouse employing many people in the area is being demolished. This is a portrait of Britain today. Industry and craftsmanship making way for housing. It's an irony that the very first Sotheby's sale I ever went to was for the Royal Brierley collection of glass.
20 June 2005
Martin brought me the bits (small gathers of hot glass) and I shaped them without help. I am well chuffed. It was on the 'my interest in hot glass' essay we had to write in the first few weeks that my cup would run over if I achieved this, however squewed. And I did. Though in the course of the year I came to realise what a foolhardy aspiration that was. My chair partner, Dave, says I'm brave and take risks (and if that's true, it's a nice reason for losing as many pieces as I do right at the end: I'm just trying to make things I don't have the skill to do). But, heigh -- I did the wine glasses. Come and drink out of them, friends. Footnote: by the time I'd added the picture, I had made enough for a dinner party for 8. But they will have to be very close friends indeed and promise not to laugh.
18 June 2005
My canes, cut and warming to 500 degrees C in the top-loader. First gather.
Shaping the bubble. Dropping on a cane which was picked up with a blob of hot glass.
Straightening the stem. Missing picture of a blob being dropped on the end of the stem. Shaping the blob into a foot.
Using a footboard. Taking a punty onto the foot.
Opening the bowl. Boarding and shaping the bowl.
Missing pictures - using calipers at every stage to measure the parts; cracking off and final result. We drank to Helen & Steve with them last night, but I will wait for Stephen to justice with a proper (non-digital) photo to be posted later.
I'm thrilled to bits with these.
17 June 2005
Such excitement. I blasted and scratched my design on the 'egg' blank at West Dean using the marbling ideas I had been experimenting with the day before. And James blew it for me to my design yesterday. I am thrilled with the result. More tortoisehell than marble, but very nice.
16 June 2005
14 June 2005
13 June 2005
This is my fourth attempt and the best one. Bit chunky. Slightly unround at the top. But I like it; it's something I was hoping to achieve. And I'm chuffed.
See 20 March (which can't somehow link to as this program has a mind of its own).