Guess who took a glass-blowing class today???!!!

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Yeah, that’s right… me! Thanks to my older daughter, Jessica… yes, the same one who set me up with the blacksmith class… I am learning how to make objects from molten glass. You know, to add to my painting, writing, illustrating, tiki carving, song writing and guitar playing… in my spare time. That right there, in the small oven used to reheat the glass, is my second attempt at making something. It is going to be a vase.

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Let’s backtrack a little. I couldn’t actually take pictures of myself working on glass. Your hands are busy and so is your full attention. There is another view of the small, reheating oven.

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Another view of the shop.

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No, that isn’t the door to Donald Trump’s personal quarters in hell… that is the big oven… or kiln, or whatever. I can’t remember the technical term. Inside, you can see a huge bowl full of molten glass. Hundreds of pounds… gallons?… of molten glass.

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Those are the long sticks you use to gather the molten glass, with their tips being kept hot. Some of them are hollow. That is for the glass blowing part. My first work of art was a paperweight. You have to start off with a paper weight. No blowing involved. But you get to take a huge blob of glass, work it, shape it, and add color, before the teacher dips it into more clear glass to encase your work of art.

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And those are the tools you use for shaping and twisting and contorting your work of art, all the while rolling the stick on those two metal rails.

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But the next thing I knew, I was blowing into a long, hollow tube, and making a vase.

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That is a picture of my teacher getting ready to crack the vase off the blob of glass we used to hold it while we shaped it. You may notice that the mouth of the vase is uneven. We were going to do a simple folded edge on top, but as I was pulling the cooling glass out with a pair of pointed tongs, I suddenly realized that I liked the shape. It looked like flower petals. So I decided to keep it that way.

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I added colored, powdered glass to both pieces, reheating them between each addition of color. I used blue and green in each piece. You can’t see the colors very well in these pictures. The colors come out as the piece cools.

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Right now, my two works of art are sitting in an ‘annealing oven’, cooling slowly for a day, so they don’t shatter into a million fragments… hopefully. I will pick them up as soon as I can, and take some good pictures of them for you.

I think I am going to do this again.

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Reflecting upon mortality… part 7…

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I know I said in an earlier post that you should shoot death in the face when he comes for you. I don’t actually own a gun. When are we going to have a serious gun debate? The gun owners always say we can’t talk about it after a mass shooting… which I guess means we can never talk about it.

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Reflecting upon mortality… part 6…

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Not only did the Egyptians pioneer the idea of ‘oh yes you can bring it with you’, but they had some other interesting ideas about death… or the afterlife.  The idea of being mummified does not appeal to me personally. I already have plans about where my ashes should be scattered, with the remainder being placed under a memorial tree near my best friend, John. It has a lovely view of the San Francisco Bay. I have posted pictures from that spot, and of his tree and the tiki-stakes I carved for him.

Those are the two ends of the spectrum, I suppose. Have your body preserved forever, or just get rid of it quickly. Or let it rot in the ground. What do you plan to do?

When I was a teenager, I did have an idea that, if I died young… as I always sort of expected to… I would have my body dressed in bell-bottom blue jeans covered with patches, and my favorite Bad Company T-shirt with the big pot leaf on it, and then, holding a beer in one hand and a bong in the other, I would be embedded in a large, clear block of acrylic plastic, and stuck somewhere as a tourist attraction.

Now, you might think that I have matured a little over the years… but only because you obviously don’t know all the details of what my friends are supposed to do with my ashes.

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Reflecting upon mortality… part 5…

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There is something I love about the Mexican holiday of ‘Dia De Los Muertos’… the Day of the Dead. Celebrating the life of missed loved ones… with tequila.., They aren’t the only culture to do this in one form or another, but they might have the best festivities. And food.

I turned the picture on its side. I just thought it made it more artistic. The artwork is not mine.

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Reflecting upon mortality… part 4…

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I would love to wax philosophical at this point, and say something brilliant about death and back stabbing… but I really just want to point out that this particular piece of art is a painting I did of one of the skeletons featured in Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean ride.

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I painted it on a piece of plywood. I used thick, white T-shirt paint for the bones, that comes in a squeeze bottle. It gives the bones a very 3-dimensional look. I thinks the sword blades and hook are glittery T-shirt paint. I used a shiny silver model paint for the sky. It is hanging in my garage… where my wife makes me keep all my art… sigh…

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Reflecting upon mortality… part 4…

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I always liked this one dead pirate in Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean ride. He went down fighting. He went not gently into that good night. He spit in death’s eye, aiming his pistol into death’s face.

That is what I am going to do. I am going to slam my balls right into death’s grinning skull face…  no… I am talking about my figurative black powder pistol balls… why do you have to make everything so dirty?

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Reflecting upon mortality… part 3…

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You can’t take it with you. That’s what they say, right? A lot of cultures have buried their dead with the wealth they accumulated during their lives. I don’t think that technically counts as taking it with you, but it does make archaeology a bit like playing the lottery.

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Reflecting upon mortality… part 2…

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Dead men tell no tales… but I think, for this series, the crack squirrels living in my head want me to actually reflect upon the idea of our own mortality, not just do interesting ‘reflection’ art. So I will try to oblige them. Because, if I don’t, they chew on the wiring up there.

Unfortunately, with this particular picture, of the skull over the entrance to the Disney Pirates of the Caribbean ride, only one thought pops into my crack squirrel-infested skull:

If they accidentally overfilled the ride with water… we would all drown, and nobody would have any tales to tell.

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Reflecting upon mortality… part 1…

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Oh yeah… you know this is gonna get weird…

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The reflecting pool… the final chapter…

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This ties in my series about man-made objects reflected in digital water with the series about nature reflections. A famous painting of flowers. Man-made, but about nature. If you are sick and tired of these, I apologize… because I have one more series I am working on… that might surprise you.

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