Clearly I dropped the ball somewhere between Day Three and Day Eight. But the class didn’t.
On the afternoon of the last day, participants shared their results and discoveries. Looking back at the first day of sketching and note-taking, I was truly impressed at how many of the early images and ideas had been transformed into glass – sometimes substantively, occasionally literally, always quite personally.
Lorraine’s early sketches and paper models of rocky seaside cliffs came into a new and engaging life even in the small scale of her cast glass tests.
While David’s pre-course work showed a clear interest in the interaction of nature/time on the man-made, I read his captivating glass links between the granite stones as a statement about human engagement – something that definitely fueled this class.
As Shelagh explained her translations of a worn farm implement into a series of smaller and smaller glass models, it was impossible not to reflect back on the family snapshot that she’d shared with the class days earlier. “The details in the glass increase as the forms increase in size.” The fading photo of her father and mother standing with Shelagh and her siblings in front of the family farm was suddenly there, in the glass, in the aging process, and very much in the moment.
I could blather on endlessly about the work that came out of this group, but I’m in London and across the street at the V&A is the promise of Surreal Things. It had better be good. I’ve just watched a magic act at North Lands.