About My Glass Odyssey
My uncle worked with his hands. In fact, most of my family worked with their hands. And, after my uncle passed away, I wanted to both run away and celebrate his life. He was a printer, had his own shop, and was his own man.
I had gotten involved in glass blowing a few years earlier...it's what I was doing "with my hands" and got the idea of throwing myself into it...be productive...occupy my mind.
So, selfishly, I packed up my car, joined by my four-legged buddy, Frito, and hit the road. Head West...that's what I'd do.
It was simple: Drive West and meet a few glass artists along my way to Los Angeles...sunny and seventy-five.
Life often deviates from "plans."
My 6 week drive turned into a 6-month journey from glass artist to glass artist, studio to studio. What started out as diversions turned into a cathartic criss-crossing of the United States. I met friends I didn't know I had. This country's glass community carried me from coast to coast...it was wonderful.
And, what better way to celebrate my uncle than tell the stories of these folks who also work with their hands?
Here's my journey. Hope you enjoy the ride as much as I did!
-JW (and Frito)