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I wish I could tell you all my pieces got driven only by passion. That I lived out my ideals even if that meant starving as an artist and making the world my canvas.
As if the pursuit of art mattered more than anything else in the world.
Not for me. My two kids fill that role. So that means paying the bills.
That means spending a few days making oneies.
In many ways I hate it. Feel like the rock musician stuck playing covers in the wedding band. You get home pick up your axe, but simply too tired to strum a tune.
Yet you get to rest easy knowing you have taken care of the family.
Economics influences any piece of art. We do not create free from constraint. Those few artists who can usually burn bright, but flame out quickly. Being free of reality ain't any easy road to travel.
I want to be here for the long haul. That means buckling down and making oney's (oneys, oneies, oney's?? I have no idea).
I have to keep a hundred one-hitters in stock at all times, I have thirteen. Most shops will order them in batches of fifty or a hundred. I sell three to four hundred myself on the summer circuit.
The margins are already slim. I sell one hitters retail at $10.00 and wholesale anything over 25 pipes at $8.00. Probably a lead-loss, but it's not about the first pipe (though selling someone their first piece of art rocks), it's about the second and third.
Almost every shop or person who buys a oney from me comes back for their next piece and they usually bring a friend.
So I love that which I hate. I practice patience. Glass blowing is breath control. A constant meditation. Making one hitters provides me an opportunity to focus on presence. You can crack the cheapest piece or most expensive.
You work tube to tube, piece by piece.
In each breath I blow into the glass I share my love for my wife and our children. Almost in these tiny pieces than in my grandiose work. I make one-hitters for love, not for art, and it is for that reason that become art.
Art that pays the bills.
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The hardest part was determing the shape.
I started with a profile shot. Luckily avi came down to check out the second torch I added and we got to throw around some ideas.
I always wanted to draw from the back of the head, and I got a top secret to stick in the laser sitting on Johnny's shoulder...but this is a lot of intricate work.
Looking, the body had to be the can with the legs as a base. That problem could be solved later. The finite work around the head was going to be tough..Too small for intricate piping, too many joints..Doable but to costly in termns of time,
Decided to wrap the headwork into the tube. Keep going back and forth think I am going to stick with it.
Look how the head is coming along
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Gonna add one more loopty-leu to the O but long live the serif!!! Especially when you turn them into a Suess/Dali mind melt.
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The #UV active light in this piece makes think of the hidden powers the Cyclops held. These are not Homer's dummies stealing sheep and getting bested by Odysseus.
My cyclops come from the glass shop of Hephasteus where we cut Zuess's lightning bolt.
I feel their pain as an unseen artist. People ignore an artist's strength because of bias toward appearance.
I challenge you to find your inner magic every day.