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Author Archives: Lani
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At the risk of being charged a chromo-phobe (great book, risky political position on the eve of BECon’s Chroma-Culture conference), I have to admit to a bias for a recurring aesthetic I observed at this weekend’s COLLECT fair in London. Going monochrome in the middle of a kaleidoscopic fair may be the way to stand out. Whether textile, ceramic or glass, the works that grabbed me did so by whispering – even while towering over me.  Piled Higher (and brilliantly) Deeper |
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Last year we invited Tanja Pak, Slovenia’s Designer of the Year, to “fuse aesthetics to practicality” in a factory residency that would provide the content for her discussion with Bullseye’s lead fabricator Tom Jacobs on The Poetry of Production at this summer’s BECon conference.  Brian, Trevor, Ted, Tom, and Tanja: Day One |
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After we’d toured the kids around the glass factory a week ago, they spent some time in their school studio translating the experience with paper, pencil and clay. I was told that one of their Tour Guides (moi) made a big impression on them. A kind of doughy impression. Something between Francis Bacon and Mr Potato Head.  Moi or mwah? |
 What I'm learning along the edge.... So, yesterday I’m standing in front of a dozen kindergarten kids who are about to take a tour of our glass factory. |
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“When you model clay you’re ambidextrous – which also means, of course, that you’re using both sides of your brain. That’s not true with other art materials.”  The instructions were direct: shape the clay, think about feelings, put words to feelings, then to paper... A group of us were visiting the Galisteo studio of New Mexico artist Judy Tuwaletstiwa (say “two wallets tea wah”) midstream in a group residency that Steve Klein and Richard Parrish led this past October in Santa Fe when Judy casually suggested that the group try an exercise. read more |
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Sipping a hotel room Nespresso from bed in New York, nursing a hangover (sadly NOT induced by alcohol, but by a day of ugly air travel), a Google alert (for “Bullseye glass”, what else?) takes me to the website of a designer in North Devon, England.  Just more proof that Little People make the best fusers.... read more |
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I’m in Santa Fe again – a place where worlds, ideas, and art seem to collide in a rainbow of magic ways.  Glass is magic, but books on color are a great place to start the journey. |
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I usually wait early January to start ruminating on my highlights of the year gone by. Seems crazy to be thinking about this in mid-October, but since June my head’s been hopelessly stuck in a kids’ project that we did with Brazee Street Glass at the Toledo School for the Arts last June. I suspect that by next January, this will still be at the top of my Best of 2012 list.  Brazee’s Emily Repp doesn’t just know glass – she knows kids. When to teach, when to watch, when to feed! |
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So what is a bamboo sandwich and how do you make one? Bear with my silliness, I just don’t know what else to call the tasty weekend we just concluded with a tour of glass enthusiasts who visited us from Northern California.  Calm before the storm. Drinks awaiting guests on our deck above the bamboo on the evening of our first gathering. Glass collection awaiting below. The weekend begins. |
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We shape our buildings, then they shape us. Winston Churchill was speaking about something much grander than a nest, of course. And probably wasn’t thinking about glass at all. |