By Hokanson and Dix–http://boarglass.com
Glass in Durango, Colorado
January 22, 2012 — Miriam SaganRoom Made of Glass
January 16, 2012 — Miriam Sagan
Breaking the Bottle, installation by Mark Reigelman, made of 1,000 pounds of crushed glass.
Glimmering Gone
December 23, 2011 — Miriam Sagan I could go on and on about our visit to the Museum of Glass in Tacoma. I’ve become increasingly obsessed with glass, and Tacoma is an epicenter–home of Chihuly. There is a bridge of glass objects across the highway, and a train station turned courthouse hung with Chihuly installations that pretty much defy my descriptive powers–think living coral reef hung in midair in a neoclassical dome.
But I did want to show you GLIMMERING GONE: Ingalena Klenell and Beth Lipman, a clear glass collaboration between two women.
Remember in the fairy tale “The Twelve Dancing Princesses?” How they go down a trap door to three underworld woods–silver, gold, and finally crystal? I think I found that third magical forest.
Nancy Sutor — Glass
May 6, 2010 — Miriam Sagan
Oma’s Bowl May Morning, 2010
Fishing Floats and Tiger Balm, June Morning, 2009
From a new body of work which will be shown at Verve Gallery, Santa Fe NM
Sept 3-Oct 16 2010
The work deals with the cycle of the seasons and commemoration.
Glass by Ramson Lomatewama
April 4, 2010 — Miriam SaganI once heard an early member of the American crafts movement say that there were people who had started out as potters who longed to be something else but didn’t know what it was. They’d polish their pottery to a higher and higher sheen, until one day they discovered glass blowing and simply dropped clay to work in that enticing medium that depends so much on light.
Ramson Lomatewama is a Hopi carver of katchina dolls, as well as a poet. But he also works in glass. I was entranced by his “Spirit Guardians” faceless figures formed of color swirled glass. There are female figures with traditional hairstyles (black hair in a bun over each ear) and more ambiguous masculine ones, that seem to loom up out of the ground like certain carved figures. They aren’t very large–the right size to put on a desk–but they have a lot of authority. Even before I knew their title I knew they were denizens of of a world that might be nearby but that wasn’t exactly this one.
At Bahti Indian Arts, Tucson and Santa Fe. http://www.bahti.com
