As someone who has never been a performance arts person, and always loathed being in front of a camera, it has been a surprising experience to be so excited about streaming my studio. When I first purchased my mini dragon
It was only five months ago today that I first lit my dragon in the lot where I have been blowing glass. In those five months, there have been at least six weeks that were either too hot, too smoky, or too windy to set
Glassblowing is hard. This is not a complaint—it is one of the things that I love about the craft. It demands complete attention, adept hand-eye coordination, and perfect timing. Each of the hot shops that I have worked in has
One of the most frustrating feelings for me is feeling stuck or realizing that I am the only thing standing in my own way. I have been feeling like I am in limbo since my dragon furnace arrived right before thanksgiving—and here it is, already
Last Sunday was the day I had been waiting for for months—the first melt with my Dragon. We arrived at the art center around 8:30 and immediately started unloading the trailer and setting up. I had everything in position and assembled in about an hour.
One step at a time, one Moment of Truth after another… I suppose that is how all things are accomplished. Thursday’s adventure was full of both. I was up before the sun, knowing that the 130+ miles to the art center was going to take
When I woke up Saturday morning, knowing that it was the day I had set aside to assemble my dragon, my nerves were all set to high alert. It was kind of like first-day-of-school jitters, full of excitement and anticipation, tinged with the instinctive fear
In May of 2012 I came across a listing for art submissions for a show called “Plight of the Pollinators.” I began reading about the disappearance of honeybees and the mysterious phenomenon of Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD). With a little research I found out that
Summer of 2009 my mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. I processed the experience of our journey together by creating a body of work to chronicle the path from diagnosis through treatment. Before her diagnosis, I thought that the increasing presence of Pink Ribbon items