I snagged this snap (apologies for the thievery, Megan) in order to answer a couple of questions that I got asked daily during the conference:

Q#1. What’s the story behind the cool Moje T-shirt?
Q#2. Where do I get one?

Why not get it off your chest? Better yet – put it on. Klaus Moje and Yoko Yagi make a sartorial statement at GAS Portland.

A2Q#1: you’ll recognize this old rant from one of my earlier blog posts.

I don’t disagree with Cynthia’s comment to my earlier blog. She’s right. Again. We ARE all lazy. We like short. Fine. If the three syllables of “kilnformed glass” are too much for you, call it “kiln-glass”.

Anyway, back to the history.

When Klaus came to Portland just before the opening of his Museum retrospective last May, we got to thrashing around the use of the dreaded “warm” word again. GAS was headed to town. An audience of almost 2000. Why not make a statement here? Visually. By the artists whose opinions are due some respect. So we quickly printed up about a hundred of these cool Not Warm shirts and passed them out to everyone from Bettison to Whiteley (sorry, can’t think of A’s or Z’s this AM).

They went like hotcakes. I wish we’d printed 2000. L’esprit de l’escalier déjà vu.

Which gets me to the Answer to Q#2 , “where do I get one?”

From Bullseye. Soon. They’ll be featured in the next catalog. If you can’t wait, I suppose you could call  (503 232 8887 local or 888.220.3002 toll-free) or email the Resource Center (resourcecenter@bullseyeglass.com)  and snag a pre-release shirt.

Support the artists. Don’t miss-name the methods they pioneered.  And please….DON’T CALL IT WARM.

Klaus thanks you. I thank you. Artists around the world will thank you.

Oddly though, my BESTS were a little too much like my WORSTS. Stuff like:

EIGHTEEN HUNDRED GLASS FANATICS…

…craning for a view (the bleached head in the upper right-hand corner of the frame is me), I can’t deny the rock-concert allure of mobs watching really good blowers (and Paul Cunningham doing a Moje roll-up fills that bill brilliantly).

But somehow, conversing through a bullhorn lacks a certain intimacy.

…even if Dan seemed to enjoy the hell out of herding hundreds of compliant souls around the factory.

I appreciate the organizational steroids it takes to manage a project of this size, but I came away from  GAS  with a heightened appreciation for conferences on the scale of Ausglass‘ or North Lands’, where human contact doesn’t mean having your hand ground into the steel bleachers by some kid’s Doc Martens as he scrambles for a seat.

OK. Clearly I’m still in GAS rehab. I WILL try to find some less curmudgeonly BESTS in a day or two.

For now, I’m off to confer with the most appealing crowd in THIS neighborhood.

My exploded water pump seemed an oddly appropriate way to cap the Year of GAS.

I certainly didn’t manage to cap it with any running commentary. Sorry. It was just all too overwhelming. And – as usual – Morganica covered so much of it so well. I really liked her BESTS and MOSTS.

I promise to post a list of my own…soon. But right now I need to get to Helmsdale. Right now I’m 9/10ths of the way there.

And here comes my train. Later.

Yoko Yagi “Taga Sode III”, 2008. Blown and coldworked murrine glass. 6.5 ” x 8″ x 8″

This small and stunning exhibition opened in the garden’s Pavilion gallery yesterday with talks by both Yagi and Masami Koda, two of the less established, but most interesting, artists in the show.

Inspired ten years ago by seeing the work of Klaus Moje, Yagi works in kiln-glass methods not dissimilar to those of her mentor. In a good year, she can make about twelve pieces in her painstaking murrine process. Drugs? No, just persistence, and an eye for exceptional quality. Yagi’s work, like the rest of the show reflects what PJG Curator Diane Durston refers to as a “sensibility that is both international and yet distinctly Japanese.”

Whether you’re coming to the GAS conference or not, don’t miss this show, this place, these artists.

I know. I’m nagging.

So how can I complain when I read the Oregonian’s chief arts writer describing our fast-approaching GAS conference as “a confab of industry wonks.”

I wondered what we were. Wonks. Excellent. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Then come on over to the conference. We expect it to be newsworthy.

“Look, Ma, no Bullseye!”….

Banjo, “Disco Chopper”, 2008. Lampworked borosilicate glass. 5″ x 16″ x 5″

See more “degenerate” glass art at Mark Woolley Gallery.