Like velvet

Kelly handed me a pair of safety glasses. “Your eyes are at just the right height,” she said.

I was digging through a box of scrap glass, and snipping pieces apart with a mosaic cutter. Shards tend to fly when you use those.

Kelly was right, my eyes were in the danger zone – and I hadn’t even noticed.

When I handle glass, I forget that it’s sharp, that it can cut. It feels like velvet to me. Handling and cutting glass is soothing.

I love how art glass feels – the two sides of its surface, like Braille, talking of its history. In the scraps that I choose to work with, I can feel the fingers of all those people who made it and touched it and worked with it.

I love the edges of it. The cut curves, the pointed edges, the rounded end of a sheet. Satin and steel and water.

1 glass

I love to feel how one piece touches another. How they clash or meld, how they cozy up or repel each other.

4 glass

I love holding a string of glass over a candle, heating it just till it softens, the soft giving way that makes a bend.

3 glass

I love fitting the pieces together. Love how a piece of glass eases up with just a tiny nudge when the glue is still tacky. How they swim when they’re floating on a pond of sprayed adhesive.

When they come out of the kiln, they’re a solid form, but each bit of glass in the composition retains its character. Smooth edges, fused surfaces, but many shapes.

Still feels like velvet.

Today’s penny is a 2015. I hope that someday I remember that year only for learning to make fused glass. Nothing else.

March 9 2015

2 thoughts on “Like velvet”

    1. It would be interesting to see how you approach it now, years later…. I’m glad at least one person understands how I feel about the glass 🙂

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