I am working on this. Its almost midnight and I keep wondering what to do. Its blasted alumium (can not spell that word, ever). Patina? cut the pick up maybe.
Tonight at Pratt there was a glassblowers party. This means we watch glassblowing, we watch our friends create (while drinking beer).
Its funny. As a person that paints, sculpts and other stuff, its odd to have that realization that I would never have people just watch me paint for 4 hours.
As I was watching Jen work, I thought about all that had happen since 1990 something…..she was at Alfred, and I was one hour away at RIT. I am about 15 years older than her (i think). The first time I saw her, she was working metal. Dirty, young and happy. On the right is a picture of Scotty, one of my bosses. I have about a million bosses. Scotty is a good glassblower and a diabetic. He never said it, but the tat on his arm says insulin run. Sometimes when I am at Pratt and feeling bad about my health, I will see Scott and think, jeanne, your alive to bitch about it so it all good. Strange how the little things can help you keep going.
Today I also thought about how glad I am that I never stopped blowing glass. Even though few people have bought my work. I am old and tomorrow morning I will light the glory hole, take a gather of glass, see it glow and think, someone is paying me to teach them how to play with 2000 degrees. Got to love it.