Kerry Ellen, Glass Artist
Feb. 5 & 6, 11-3,
My Just Desserts
31 E. Broadway, Alton, IL
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17 January 2011
The next time you raise a glass, stop and be aware that you are holding a small miracle in your hand. That ordinary drinking glass, made of sand and silica, heated over 2000 degrees, is an amazing feat of technology, physics, poetry, and determination.
It was on my things-to-try-before-I-die list, so I saved up my birthday and Christmas gift certificates, added some of my own cash, and did something I’ve always wanted to do: I took a glassblowing class.
I tried a 6-hour intensive glass-blowing class this weekend at Third Degree Glass Factory in St. Louis, Missouri. I have always loved glass, been intrigued with glassblowing, thought because my Swedish ancestors worked in glass factories, maybe I would have the knack. Sadly, I learned that gaffer skills are not hereditary. I also learned that glassblowing is hot, hard, fast-paced work, and not for someone who is no longer a young’n and fairly out of shape.
I have tried flameworking (lampworking), stained glass, fused glass, and now hot shop and glassblowing. So far fused glass is where I excel. So be it. Even with the teacher’s help, I couldn’t seem to control the hot glass very well. I could not master techniques, esp. the blowing part. And, as the day went on, and I became more tired and frustrated, I could not hold the heavy rods steady and level, which is very important.
I did fine on the first technique, making a punty. A small glob of glass, gently shaped. Next, trying to make a marble, things started to go wrong. I couldn’t figure out the logistics of sitting on the workbench with a long hot rod in my hands. Then I couldn’t make my jack line; I was holding the tool wrong. I set the jacks down to get a tweezers-full of water to cool it off, didn’t quite make steady contact with the glass, was going to re-do my jack-line, but picked up the hot end of the jacks & burned my left hand. I put ice on it, but it blistered & hurt for the next hour or so.
After the burn, every time I had to get near the furnace or glory hole, my hand burned and I literally couldn’t take the heat. It hurt like hell! I was determined, I kept trying, but I was in pain. That’s when I couldn’t hold the rods steady anymore. I’d touch the door of the glory hole & get schmutz in my glass. One mistake led to another.
Trying to keep the molten glass on center was a challenge – it goes wonky so very quickly, and it is so important. A good life lesson – staying centered is hard, but necessary – once you are off-center, it’s hard to find the right balance again.
I couldn’t get the blow & cap procedure. I couldn’t make my air bubble. I wanted to – it looked so cool when others did it – the bubble expands, it is molten magic. I didn’t have my whole thumb in my mouth, or I couldn’t get a good seal, or – I never did figure it out. I couldn’t blow from my diaphragm, I ran out of air, I couldn’t control my breathing.
We gave up on me getting a bubble, so I couldn’t make a glass. We took my ruined glob of glass, folded it in on itself, left it an organic lump, and let it go at that. I ended up with a $165 paperweight.
Still, I don’t regret the experience. I still love glass and think it is most magic. I admire and RESPECT those who can move with the flow and make something beautiful from heat & gravity & constant energy. I admit it – I couldn’t keep up.
I came home and hugged my kiln – so much easier for me. Warm, kiln-formed glass is a much slower process, that allows for greater control, and I sit down most of the time. I still have so much to explore and learn, so many things I still want to try with fused glass, the possibilities are endless.
We try – we learn – and sometimes, we realize our limitations and applaud those who do what we can only dream.
Kerry Ellen 2011
Long before I started doing glass and making jewelry, I was a writer. I still am.
And I do love a story, writing them, reading them, hearing them. One of the great things about selling art glass jewelry is meeting the wonderful people who are interested in my work and buy it as a gift for someone special. At Christmas, a granddaughter bought a butterfly pendant for her grandmother, whose nickname is “Butterfly”. Often a boyfriend buys something his girlfriend picks out, or a husband tells his wife, “Go ahead – treat yourself”, or a mother buys for her daughter, or a friend for another friend. I enjoy seeing the faces light up, the buyer’s joy at finding something “just right” for someone special to them.
On Feb. 5 & 6, 11 to 3, I will be having a “Valentines’s Day Love Story” sale of my art glass jewelry at My Just Desserts, 31. E. Broadway, Alton, Illinois, a lovely place to have a delicious lunch, see the river from the windows, stop on your way to eagle-watch, and have a slice of homemade pie, truly the “Best Pie on the River Road!” http://myjustdesserts.org/
I hope you stop by and take a look at my handmade, locally crafted dichroic glass jewelry. Maybe you will find something special for someone you love, or for yourself. If you do, I hope you’ll share your story with me – because I do love a story!
And while you are there, you might want to order a Red Velvet Cheesecake for Valentine’s Day (pictured above). It’s sure to be a big hit! (I bought the My Just Desserts Red Velvet Cup Cakes last year – you won’t be sorry!)