I drew a bit and figured out the iron man. Should I post the thought process, the small bad drawing of how things get worked out as I go. The many questions that fill my mind as I try to express the idea. Why are the piece like little dreams that can not be done?
There is the thought that startes the sculpture. There is the first drawings, then the first part made, and the first realization that the idea is a million miles away from what is possible. Then the thoughts that the piece is possible after all. Then more work and thoughts and dreams. More drawings. More parts made and then the engeering of the thing, cause in the end, as a sculpture, it has to stand up physically as well a visually and for some realize asymmentry is more interesting to me, when the balance is much more delicate like watching a dancer standing on one toe
Keeping a Blog/jounal is harder than I thought. Miss a day and the order of things kind of gives out. As a non writter, and a little of what is called an ADD or ADHD thinker, Not sure which I am as I am to old to bother testing. All I know is everything goes on at once in my head. I go from one thing to another and one project to another, the minute I walk into another room. Thusly (spelling again) while packing, teaching, making shit, I keep moving until I get to tired to continue. Or in this case, get on a plane.
The last few days have been those wonderful, full days of work, art, thoughts, and problems solving of the objects I am making.
Finished – Last week I posted this part way though. It is a watercolor and pencil painiting of the blue heron I saw in BC Canada. Its about 18″ x 18″.
Finished -this painting/ drawing of lilies I started in Sept while in bed with some non stop cough. I like the color but I think the image looks like wall paper. I can not stop think about a funny story my Mom told me about. When she was a young wife, she decided to hang wall paper in the first home of her new marriage. They hung it up side down… later she wondered if it was a for shaddowing of things to come. I wonder now, if she was right.
On Monday, stream molds, grind blow glass teens made on Saturday, teach sculpture, prepare crows for electro bath (more on this later), pack bag and get on the plane for Cleveland.
Four more kid molds coming out of the stream. The assignment for this project was for each student to make a small piece to be cast in recycled glass. I put them in the kiln on the way out of town for the holiday.
The kids made wax rings to cast in bronze.
On Monday during class, Lee brought his eletro melt to NWS for a little bronze pour in the school house.
Today and yesterday were full of working grinding metal and glass. I made 4 kids sculpture molds for glass, taught 3 times, 3 diferent art visual art forms, 3 different types of students, and made some stuff. Life is not boring.
this phone image is not that good but its all I got right now.
I was told today that blogs are for writers. That I should write more. Well I suck at writing. I am dyslexic. (did I spell that right)
I draw, paint, blow glass, make sculptures and other stuff, but writing is so hard. He said i should write why I am doing this, and why I am making, what I make, or how I make it…..whatever. I will try to a bit, but, the gifted of not being able to write is that the work, the objects, are your words, they are the communation, they are the life, I live.
Glassblowing is my sanity. It is living in the present.
Painting and drawing have always been with me. It is compostion and form. It is all the art speak words of movement with light and color. It is balance.
Sculpture, is so much. It is the understanding of materials, engineering, process and, for me, the narative. The story of people, the story of me.
So I will post more pictures than words. I will post images of the process of the work, and hopefully feel like I actually get a few things done, with the hope that somewhere along the days of this year, I will make something that bring forth emotions, good happy positive ones as well as all the others. I hope to do this with grace, to honor life and art.
Yesterday I taught a 90 year old how to paint. There were other thingsthat happended but that 90 year old was so happy, it gave me hope for my future.
Today Saturday, I taught teens how to blow glass
When the piece is completed, it has to be taken off the pipe and put in a kiln to cool down to room temperature. The student in the silver suit is caughting the work which is about 1000 F at this time. Its a nice outfit. Heat protection.
Right Now I am pricing work for the Pratt Fine Art Holiday sale. These glass will be for sale on 20th.