About the Artist

About the Artist

My Personal History And Theories About Myself (as an Artist)

Hmm... So, what is there to say?

Well, I suppose I should start with my Childhood.

When I was young, it was the 1970's and crafters and artisans were common place at every County Fair and Craft Show.  As the child of two very creative parents, I had a fascination with anything made by hand.  I'd watch women at a loom, making fabric, or rugs.  I'd watch men on a lathe, turning lamps and chair legs.  The candle-maker was a particular favorite of mine, but, by far, the person who fascinated me MOST... was the Bead Maker.

Hour after hour, she'd sit there with a small gas torch, like you'd use for plumbing, and roll her wires into the glass/ceramic chips she had in trays in front of her.  The beads would form, and, when she was done, she'd set them aside to cool.  It was utterly fascinating.

Then, in 1982, my family moved to a military base outside of Washington, D.C.  My dad was an officer in the Oregon Army National Guard, Army Corp of Engineers, and needed training.  I never really learned what his training involved, I was too busy enjoying life on a military base, next to our Nations Capital.  

I biked, I swam, I ran, I played, and I even worked, babysitting or mowing lawns.  

I also did a LOT of sightseeing.

On one trip my family visited the remains of Jamestown, Virginia.  Here I saw a glassblower use a beehive oven to make glasses for the first time.  The flame and the heat were fascinating to me.  One of the Punty men let me see through his glasses to watch inside the oven.  It was wonderful.

Even better, they were getting ready to remove the previous days work from the cooling oven where it had rested overnight.  When they opened the doors, I could feel the heat coming off the still hot glass.  One of the sales girls, took out a jar, and handed it too me.  It was like holding a glass that had just come out of the dishwasher, where the water was set to 200 degrees, only it wasn't wet.  It was hot, slick, and, though I didn't know the word then, sensual.

I remember talking to my dad about how cool it was, and how, even though I'd wanted to go to the Smithsonian Museum of American History that day, I was glad we'd come here.

'I want to learn how to do that some day,' I remember telling him.

The next fall, at my towns annual Scandinavian Festival, I was back watching the crafters, especially the bead lady.  On a break to get a Fri-Jo (sort of a small goey elephant ear type pastry, but not so crunchy) I saw something I'd not noticed before.  Our little craft show had a Glass-Blower.  

He didn't have a big oven, he had a little torch, called a 'Lamp' and the type of glass-blowing he did was called 'Lamp-working.'  For the next 5 years, every fall, if my friends wanted to find me, they looked for the glassblower.  I'd stay by him all day long, through the length of the show, asking questions, running errands, even helping in his booth.  The one burning question I had to know the answer too, 'Where can I learn how to do this?'

Apparently, at this particular time, the answer was 'annoy a Glassblower so much he eventually says 'I'll teach you for $3,000.' '

Now, most 18 year olds wouldn't dream of spending money like that on something like learning to blow glass, but, sadly, I had the money to spend, following the loss of my parents in an accident when I was 16.  My fathers life insurance policies made sure that I had a comfortable start at life, and a chance to do things other kids my age might not be able to.

So, in October of 1987 I took an intensive 3 month training course from the artist whom I had been watching for so long.  It remained only a minor hobby, for 5-6 years, as my skills grew, and I began to spend more and more time at the torch.  Finally, I felt my glass skills had come far enough, and my career in the Electronics Industry had become frustrating enough, that I decided to give full time Glass Blowing a go.

I joined the show circuit, and traveled around the West Coast of the United States, spending as much as 32 weeks a year on the road.  This was hard on my young family, and probably contributed to the end of my first marriage.

Time passed, I re-married, went back to a career in Electronics (the field I got my college degree in) but I've never given up Glass Blowing.

Glass Blowing is my life; it makes up a large part of who I am.  The very act of creation, with the torch, and the molten glass stirs something deep within me, that I can't begin to fully describe.  When I finish a piece, I often hold it within my hands, burned and desensitized to the intense heat, and let its warmth penetrate into my very being.  

There is NOTHING in the world as sensual, as satisfying, as holding a hot glass piece of art, that, mere minutes before, was nothing more than a long rod.

As long as I live, I'll be a Glass Blower.

It's not about Commerce... it's about Creation.

All Artwork on this site is the sole creation of Storm Dragon Glass, Copyright and Trademarked by Kelly Green.
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