Glass

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Color and Light: April sunrise setting the white oak trunks to orange flame, their spring leaves lime green, and the very air pulsing with yellow.

Texture and Pattern: The intricate scales of the fence rail skink, every possible shade of mouse brown and lichen grey. Each matte scale a jewel by itself, fitting perfectly with all the others to form an intricate mesh. And the unforgettable day when one puffed his springtime courting display at me, flashing his necklace and side stripes of iridescent turquoise that puts to shame every peacock that ever lived.

The world we live in, even where we have made a mess of it, is full of incredible sights. Art should make us pause in our rush to wherever we are supposed to be. Art should make us remember to be alive right here, right now. Art should help us see the world we live in.

While I made my living selling glass on the fine craft show circuit, I had to present what was called a unified body of work. The craft to be displayed was all supposed to look like it was made by one artist with one design aesthetic. This was basic economics: no unified body of work, no acceptance letters from craft shows. No acceptance letters, no sales. 

This had a really good side. It made me focus. It made me do the wax on, wax off thing, as Pat Morita said so succinctly. The only way one becomes a practitioner is through practice.

On the other hand, I like to knit, spin, card wool, write, garden, draw, carpenter, practice Jin Shin Jyutsu, teach, be in the woods with and without a camera. I like to explore, to see what happens if. So in 2011 I moved to fiber as my medium of choice.

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