Glass Fish haiga, haiku, tanka, and art

Every so often my blog does something odd–like show this piece from 2010 as having the most visitors yesterday. Nice to see this glass fish by Hiroshi Yamano.


circling around
like the old year
upon the new…
a golden splash
of sunset

Mary Kendall

Fish skims air-water
amber clear light along gills
sun sparkles bubbles

Alicia Marie Rencountre-Da Silva

Anyone else want to add a haiku or short poem?

Canyons & Deserts in Glass

Peter Bremers Reflections from the West: Canyons and Deserts
Exhibition Dates: July 31 – August 30 Artist Reception: Fri, July 31, 2015, 5 – 7 Gallery Hours: Mon – Fri, 10 – 6; Sat, 10 – 5; Sundays by appointment
LewAllen Galleries
1613 Paseo de Peralta | Santa Fe, NM 87501 505.988.3250

Peter Bremers, Sunrise Over the Valley of the Gods, 2009, Kiln-cast Glass, 21x10x4
Sunrise Over the Valley of the Gods

Peter Bremers, Rim Rock Curve, 2014, Kiln-cast glass, 14x12x3
Rim Rock Curve

Peter Bremers, Petrified Forest, 2015, Kiln-cast Glass, 32x35x4.6
Petrified FOrest

Glimmering Gone

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.

Glass by Ramson Lomatewama

I 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.