Last semester I took glass as one of my classes. What an experience!
I have discovered I am more a spectator than artist in this field, but, I am back again for another try.
Tuesdays was demo day, the day our professor tortured us novice students by making grand pieces we "could" master, in spite of the fact we were proudly taking home little 2 inch, mishapen blobs of clear glass that we named according to the assignment of the day.
You can see a reflection of several students standing and watching in the blue of the bowl. The HotShop is just outside the campus building, enclosed in a stockade-like fence area, where a furnace of molten glass, two smaller warmers called "glory holes," and pipe warmers were housed.
The artists dips the pipe into the furnace, gathers glass, then quickly cools it to a "blowable" temperature by rolling it on a steel table. The process involves including color into more than one gathering, then more blowing to stretch the piece to the desire shape and size.
Artists work in teams -- -- one blowing the glass while the other uses tools as simple as wet newspaper to coax and shape. The vessel is blown, stretched, and carressed until a work of art evolves.
Sadly, this lovely footed bowl became shattered casualty on the Hot Shop floor, when the transfer from the blow pipe to a "punty," and finally to the aneeler to cure failed. There was a collective gasp when it fell, as in slow motion. The bowl that took over an hour to create existed only in the memory of those of us that were there.
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