Each piece I create teaches me something. Some show me that my journey with glass is a long one. Some let me celebrate the distance I have come. Waimea Wave reminded me to enjoy and have faith in the process of discovery.
This project started out as an exploration of different ways to use glass frit: sprinkling frit on top of glass bobbles to create a bubble pattern; overlapping colors and density to show a color gradient; using a sgraffito technique to reveal a pattern using the underlying glass.
The piece was informative and sort of interesting and I admit, I was a bit self-satisfied. There were a few little things that I wanted to fiddle with so back into the kiln it went. Though I try to keep my impatience in check, it reared its ugly head once more and I fired the piece before the kiln wash on the shelf was completely dry. Of course, the result was a big, ugly, wart-like bubble right in the middle of the piece. I tried firing it again but like Lady M and her spot, I could not rid my self of that damn bubble! This was the door and I was being pushed through by the glass gods.
So I took out my nippers and started breaking away. The glass broke in the most amazing arched shapes. As I started laying them on the new blank, they created a sense of movement that I couldn’t have imagined or I confess, engineered on purpose. The result was this wonderfully ebbing and flowing mix of colors and textures that fired beautifully (I made sure the shelf was fully dry!) even leaving a gently scalloped edge on part of the upper arc. The piece was so much more than what I started with. I felt fortunate to have been pushed to keep going until the piece was truly finished.