Mostly in fused glass I’m doing abstracts, but the shape of a random piece of clear glass suggested to me this caterpillar climbing over an obstacle.
Does it even look like a caterpillar? Does it suggest an obstacle? Does it matter?
Sometimes from the pile of glass pieces, a figure jumps out at me. Like this one:
I hope you can tell it’s a figure, anyhow.
My eyes have been filled with the colors of spring, and so flowers bloomed in the sun:
Maybe they’ll look more floral when they’ve been fired in the kiln.
Then this one I felt as a volcano:
OK, it’s a stretch.
What I’m even more unsure of is whether all of these pieces are just plain dumb.
In self-defense: It’s not like I’m trying to make them realistic. They’re abstractions of real things.
They just seem so … unimportant.
Self-defense #2: It’s all self-expression, so in a way that is always going to seem “unimportant” in the journalistic sense.
Except that when I am immersed in making these little pieces, I feel completely outside myself. It doesn’t feel like self-expression. It feels like I’m expressing something that comes from inside the glass.
Releasing little spirits that want to get out. That want to jump, blossom, climb, or blow up.
So I help them.
I guess what’s important is that I’m learning to play again.
Today’s penny is a 2014, because I have 14 new pieces ready to fire.