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Monthly Archives: February 2015
![]() Jacquelyn Geisner is creating a design that would eventually be fused together and slumped into a plate The following is a guest blog by painter Jacquelyn Gleisner, about her first experience in glass fusing: Last January I participated in a glass-fusing workshop at the Bullseye Glass Resource Center New York in Mamaroneck. As an artist with a background in painting, I like to seek out new avenues for creative expression. And sometimes, I crave a break from my studio practice. Trying out a new medium can add spice. A few years ago I learned firsthand that experimenting in a new field helped light the fuse within my wavering practice as an artist. When I visited the Bullseye Glass Resource Center about an hour outside New York City in early January, James O’Neil gave me a tour. Walking past row upon row of gleaming glass rods, powders and sheets, the glass appeared glimmering and more beautiful to me than I remembered. read more |