So! For the first time in years – well since the beginning I think of TLG Vicki and I are taking summer vacation. Why? Vicki has since retired this year from her job and has since only doing what she wants when she wants. Right now she wants to focus on her silversmithing, and travel, visit her beautiful grand babies, and just be. Me? Well I will finish my Geology course and maybe take a beach day!
We do have our things on display at the Artisans’ Studio in Nanaimo and are looking at more representation on the island! Have a beautiful summer friends!
I was thinking about my life in general – I seem to be going through a transition, a cross roads if you will with my personal life, career, and school and was looking forward to this vacation time to clear my head. Sweat it out was my attitude. Answers come to me when I am in the hotshop, the heat, the music, the noise of the tools and the fan – some people jog – I blow. I felt I needed this time and was looking forward to it.
Sunday I found the glass difficult to work with only because I have been charging the furnace with recycled glass making it blue and chordy which is not easy to work with. I solved the issue by just shutting the glory hole off and casting for the afternoon – and what a nice time that was. I cannot wait to complete the beach memory pieces – I actually planned another day to cast later on this week. Emmma had other plans.
Yesterday I had a wonderful time in the hotshop, I had charged the furnace and blowing was a breeze. I broke out some new color and did my thing. Tried a few new ideas, sang to my latest playlist and turned my mind off to everything I couldn’t control. And then – my hair caught fire when a “chunk” of glass hit the side of my head, exploded and stuck to my hair. Thank God for safety glasses. The smell reminded me of my science class with Mr. Check… but I still don’t know what the experiment was for! Regardless – it’s just hair and it was time for a change anyway and the burns down my shirt will heal with a little lavender oil. I still classified my blow slot as a productive and therapeutic session!
Today I turned on everything and had a cup of coffee with my mom while I waited for things to heat up, we were talking about life and I think at that moment the universe must have finally been listening to me because with attitude I said “I don’t care, I don’t even like glass”… I lied universe! I lied! Of course I like glass – hell I love glass. It’s just funny how lately my words are taken so literal and leaves me disappointed, hurt and let down. When I went out to the hotshop, I turned on the tunes to my latest anthem Committed by Ivory Layne, put on my ratty gross kevlar sleeve I’ve had since college, prepped my new blue lagoon color (my fav) and pulled out my favorite hot pipe from the pipe warmer. I was ready to kick ass, art it up, and feel normal for a few hours. When I tried the furnace door, it wouldn’t budge – my heart sank and I knew instantly, the tears welled, and suddenly my sucky life just got worse – Emma’s temp was down to 1730 degrees fahrenheit. The glass was too cold. I forced the door open to discover her bottom element broken. There was nothing I could do but cry and well ignore the boot print on the front of Emma.
So now what? I can’t jog I have asthma (I don’t).
Is the universe out to get me? OR worse ignore me? Did the universe block me or ghost me? I am a logical and reasonable thinker, but one has to wonder after a while.
I’ll just sit here with my chamomile tea and come up with another plan. We will work through this and past this – as mad and heartbroken as I am at Emma I still love her.
I have had such a great week in the hotshop! The weather has been amazing, the glass has been cooperative, and my mind is relaxed. What else can a girl ask for!
Glass is becoming more and more harder to find. The glass I use is no longer made – and most would think its just glass! I have some old wine bottles you can have. Unfortunately it doesn’t work like that. So – instead of panicking (again) I have done what I should have been doing all along was sort my clear, and recharge as I go using half new glass half upcycled. But anyone who knows me knows I am a bit of princess. Regardless, I spent a day sandblasting the seconds and charged the furnace with the used glass. Not only did it clean up my shop a bit, it freed up my favorite bowl and has allowed me a few more days of blowing with nice, clean clear glass!
My week has been spent making Tidal Balls, some pieces for some Garden Art, and well terrariums. I want to create functional. I wanted something new. Sometimes – a nerd moment I will walk the garden centers, and look at all the beautiful plants. I even bought a few for my balcony when I saw the air plants. Then I found myself on Pinterest. Anyway – I tried it. I like it. I call it the TidalPus. You know like the Octopus but Tidal for Tideline… I’ll stop. These plants are misted a couple of times a week – no dirt, no fuss. My kind of plant!
Want to see them in person? Vicki and I will be at the Nanoose Bay Art in the Garden Show June 23 & 24!
What else have I been up to? Memorials. I have met some beautiful people that have shared their stories of their loved ones with me. I feel grateful I can create these treasures for people and maybe help a bit with the healing of their loss.
This week I did some with color, and some without. All of them turn out beautiful.
Some people run, walk, swim, and even knit or read to clear their mind and get into their zen space. I try to meditate and relax, even write gratitude lists just to get close to my zen space. Lately nothing has worked. I never thought I was a person that had anxiety but I could feel how tense and worried I was all the time- maybe it’s been the broken heart I have been nursing, the loss of my dog, stress of work, or maybe the combination. But that heaviness I feel every day is exhausting.
I found my zen two days ago while standing in front of the glory hole, focusing only on turning my pipe. My only job in the hotshop is to pay attention to the molten glass and keeping it on center. I am forced to focus on my body, the movements, the rhythm, relaxing my jacks, and controlling my breath. I found my zen two days in a row – my essential oils, fancy teas, and crystals couldn’t get me there but the company of Emma and my favorite pipe did. I have logged 12 hours this week in the hotshop so far – and totally worth it. What have I made? Tidal balls. I needed to. I craved the simpleness, the success, and the repetitiveness of making them. The focus and control I was forced to maintain when the soft color mixed with the hard color…
I look forward to another day in the hotshop where I can lose my thoughts, listen to music, and literally feel warm all day!