This year’s International Festival of Glass in Stourbridge had a number of stellar exhibitions, but for me the supernova was ironically one of the smallest. I was a goner the minute I stepped into the show.
Staged just inside the entrance to the seemingly staid 18th century brick Broadfield House Glass Museum, the space swirled with Niemann’s signature tattered fabric, billowing – nay, breathing! – out of a dark corner; a Macbethian chandelier dripped red glass daggers, and skeletal wall graphics ingeniously displayed glass jewelry that might otherwise have been lost amidst the larger works.
Not only were the individual works riveting, the entire show was proof that glass is most powerful when it steps off its pedestal and wraps us in a unique story.
If you missed the show in Stourbridge, consider a trip to Caithness next summer (maybe for a North Lands class or conference?) where Patty runs a studio packed with glass, textile and precious metal treasures at the Mill of Forse just south of Lybster.