One of the many pleasures of residing in the Pacific Northwest is the gorgeous skies at sunset. This time of year we enjoy daylight past 9 p.m., and so this view from my bedroom window is my occasional "sheet show." Looks like hope to me.
The Pacific Northwest is a hot spot for art glass "hot shops" and Tacoma is home to the renowned glass artist Dale Chihuly and his Museum of Glass. For Mother's Day my son and daughter-in-law gifted me with a blow-your-own glass experience. Here's what I learned: molten glass from the crucible is HOT HOT HOT (about 2100 degrees) and once you have some on your rod you have to work fast and keep sticking it back in a "glory hole" to keep it molten. Here's what I actually did: chose four colors and a finished shape. My teacher did all the handling while I occasionally rolled the rod that held the red hot glass bubble and blew into a 3 foot long rubber tube when he said blow. Never was I tempted to remove my thick leather gloves and was I glad I only wore a light t-shirt. All in all a very exciting half hour.
Should I trade in my sewing machine for a crucible? Whaddya think?
Lately the most creative I can be is with photographs. With my IPhone I caught little Bridget trying to get my son to play for her. Then I used the Snapseed app to crop and make it black and white. It was a touching moment that didn't need any color.