“Eve” is an 8.5″ tall sculpture with an exterior form resembling a woman’s dress or gown. The exterior bodice of the glass dress has small polished, scallop like cuts at the scoop line and also around the waist, punctuating the gown. Inside the bodice, two open pods release their seeds back to earth, toward the bottom flowers, as if to connect seed to plant. I’m imagining the process by which a plant spreads throughout a field or a mother feeds her young.
Two pink tea roses entwine in the body of the gown- the front rose has a seed pod carefully formed and placed to create a deeply feminine appearance, while the roots hang suspended toward the ground from which they arise.
As I’ve said before, I’m always thrilled by an evolution in form. I believe taking the flamework (making of small parts within the clear glass) and encasement (enclosing those parts in clear glass) out of the traditional paperweight form and bringing it into a more sculptural form increases the poetic quality of the work. As with my “Stones” this sculptural change adds a new dimension to the art form. I’ll be showing this piece at the Wheaton Arts in May.
Hallucination stands 7"diameter at the face and recedes backwards 6" like a diamond.
This piece has been on my mind for quite awhile. As with the other “Hallucination” sculptures, the design exists only in the center and refracts along the inside of the glass. The ring of golden Buddha’s creates a mandala- each Buddha on the outside appears like a ray of light striking from the center– the only true Buddha. In that sense, the “hallucination” form was a perfect choice for such a powerful metaphor. Needless to say, it’s one of those pieces I would like in my own collection! This piece is showing at Pismo Gallery in Denver, Co.
It may be the sudden shift in temperature- two rare life supporting days hitting near 50 degrees which caused my latest turn towards Spring flowers. I imagine Croci pushing up through the muddy, still icy mix and Daffodils unfurling their long dainty necks to announce the change in season. This is early March in New England with an average temperature of… I don’t know mid twenties today.
I try to remember that winter will pass and with it will come the beauty of those daring flowers who make their ascension toward sun. Here in New Hampshire, the visible growth strikes sometime in April. Even still, the snow might fall on fragile flowers. But those daffodils– the dainty, often times dancing ladies with their long fanning arms will eventually show through the soil. It’s Nature’s routine and I enjoy each time she rolls out the change.
I often joke about glassblowing being a winter sport. Inside the studio we have torches burning, a glory hole pushing out thousands of degrees and the hope for Spring burning bright. For me, sculpting petals, leaves and flowers is a way to sing praise– an act of remembrance for color and growth which seems to lack from this white, wintery mix. In my latest bouquet, I recognize bold, deep yellow Daffodils and Buddleia or Butterfly Bush, offset with Pink Tea Roses, resting on top of green and white striated leaves. i entitle the piece, “Angels Breath” perhaps that heavenly scent calls the butterflies and other pollinators back to their folds?