Tuesday, April 8, 2014
G IS FOR GLASSBLOWING
Almost twenty years ago, when I was in England, I visited a glassblowing factory for the first time, and - I'm sorry, but I have to say it - I was blown away. The factory had a small library which included some books about the history of glassmaking, and I bought one or more, and thus began a journey which eventually led me to spend a couple of days visiting the Corning Glass Museum and its incredible library; to spend another day visiting a professional glassblower whose kiln was in his back yard*; to try my hand at blowing glass myself... and to write my first children's book, set in 1574 on the glassblowers' island of Murano, off the coast of Venice. And that's all I'm going to say about it for now, because (1) I'm dead tired, and (2) I have to leave most of what I want to say about Murano for six posts from now, when we get to M!
* For years, I've been struggling to remember the name of this lovely man, who 18 years ago (I was pregnant with my daughter), along with his wife, hosted me for an afternoon and let me shadow him in his glasshouse. Last night, his name suddenly came to me: Larry Roff. I just googled him, and here is his website: http://www.accentgallery.com/roff_larry.htm. Isn't his work beautiful? A true craftsman!