IOU

I know, I know, it’s terribly bad form to finish the year on a no-show…..however!!! I have an idea. I have, in fact, an idea that I like *so* much that I refuse to try for a quick cop-out. My idea may not work, but the one thing I do know is that it won’t work in my studio. I hope that I’ll be able to make most of it at Bild-Werk this summer, so I kindly request acceptance of an IOU, which I hope to redeem by the end of summer. With the humblest apologies, Sabine xx

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The Little Mermaid

Has it really been a year since we dreamed up this barmy idea of engaging in a very public journey of creation? Yes, it has!! This month, March, is the last one of our mission. One more fairytale…which shall it be? We both wanted to return to something a bit better known, and settled on The Little Mermaid, for my part, because, even though it is very well known, and even iconic, the actual details are often a bit hazy.

Andersen wrote it nearly 200 years ago, and yet it is ageless, a story of what we are doing for love. What I remember about it is that it was the book I read most often in the library. As a child, my mother worked in the same building as the library (i.e. the town hall), and as soon as I could read, I would often wait for her there while she would hop in to do a bit of work out of hours, or she’d go say hello to some colleagues while I was in seventh heaven in the children’s section.

The true version of the Little Mermaid is a tricky one to understand, because the ‘reward’ for hardship, unlike a lot of fairytales, isn’t ‘the prince’, ‘the money’, etc., but the chance to win an eternal soul….not even an eternal soul at tale’s end, but the opportunity to gain one. It fascinated me. And of course, Disney managed to put its own spin on it. But, looking at the ‘reality’ – first, you rescue somebody, but selflessly disappear before that somebody comes round to thank you. Then, you trade your beautiful voice for immeasurable pain, first in the transformation to gain a pair of legs, then every time you walk. Then, you put yourself through more and more pain, dancing to gain the same somebody’s love…until it becomes apparent that the somebody loves the person he *thinks* rescued him, even though that was you. Then, given the opportunity to kill him and reclaim your mermaid-ness, you choose to die. That is – I’m sorry to say – an awful lot of selflessness to sell to a kid! And, again I’m sorry to say – more self-sacrifice than seems viable. There are different kinds of strength at play here – being able to endure in the name of love, sure. However…the prince loves the ‘girl who he thinks rescued him’ – by sheer luck, she turns out to be the princess his family want him to marry. So…I’m imagining the pillow talk here. Prince: “Thank you for rescuing me when I nearly drowned.” Princes: “Erm…….sure……any time, love!” – did they genuinely never talk about his miraculous rescue? Is the princess – gentle though she is being described – a liar? And if you love somebody – love them so much that you’re willing to die for them – would you not want to make sure that they are able to have a relationship built on trust and truth, rather than on avoidance and/or outright lies?

However, even as a child, I remember that it was the details that caught me – the idea that mermaids, when they die, become sea foam. The complicated relationships of lesser characters – the mermaid’s sisters, for example.

But only in researching the fairy tale for this blog did I find out that Andersen originally had the mermaid simply dissolving into sea foam – no immortal soul, no reward at all. I think that would have been more consistent than a sudden morality ending – doomed to live for 300 years as a ‘daughter of the air’ – if she finds a well-behaved child, she can deduct a year, if she finds a naughty one, she will cry, and each tear will add time (depending on the version, a month or a day)…I think, at this point, at the very, very latest, I would have chosen to harden my heart, and not to shed tears because of a naughty little brat I know nothing about.

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The endless dance

I think my efforts this month could fairly be called Work in Progress as well. The result reflects a continued desire to make something kinetic and (if only vaguely!) functional and to combine glass with other materials. I have been wanting to work with copper for some time – the intention had been to make parts for a marble run, but I hope the very generous person who gave me a big paper bag full of copper pipes, solder, flux and wires for that purpose won’t mind too much that I’ve used some of it for something a bit different.

Making this was tricky for lots of reasons, but I’ve learned a huge amount (including, don’t heat copper after you’ve soldered it!) and I’d love to do more.

So, Katie Crackernuts. Well, I said I wanted to make a mobile for the baby and that is what I set out to do. The baby is a fairy baby, and it was apparently a common European belief that fairies forced young men and women to come and dance, causing them to become exhausted and waste away. The disease involved was consumption (or tuberculosis).

My dancing figures are circus acrobats, unable to stop, constantly twisting with the wind, their colour drained by the structure that holds them fast and will not let them go. I’m used to working in colour  – I don’t ‘do’ clear – but for this mobile, my colour has gone, leaving just an outline.

An endless dance

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Cracking a Nut

Sorry, I couldn’t resist the pun! I was overtaken by events yet again, and Plan A turned out to be too work-intensive. Never mind! So, my (rather tenuous) link this month is that Katie Crackernuts is, in essence, a problem solver. She perseveres, she doesn’t abandon her sister – or the prince – she hangs in there until she finds a solution.

So…no giving up. Not even when the first attempt of a technique, back in 2008, produced a rather interesting, blobby failure about the size of a baby’s palm. Thankfully, we pick up skills along the way. Now, there are people who are very good at this kind of thing, for example Carrie Fertig and Scott Chaseling, but still, for a first attempt, I’m quite pleased…..it might be more egg than nut (it was a walnut I was aiming for, lol!). In the spirit of this blog documenting a learning journey, I don’t mind showing it off, but I’ll let you know that it’ll only have its name in lights for a few minutes, just enough for a photo shoot (from its most ‘nutty’ side). I wouldn’t say that I ‘cracked’ a nut, but next time, I’ll be starting from a higher vantage point.

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Katie Crackernuts

When Sabine suggested Katie Crackernuts, how could I resist? Never mind the story, I just love the name! The sound of it, the alliteration, the suggestiveness… I love it all.

The story itself is interesting, too. For once, the wickedness of the stepmother is pretty much taken for granted and skimmed over. She swaps her stepdaughter’s head for a sheep’s  head and then plays no further part in the tale. No prolonged scheming, no come-uppance, no desperate grief on the part of the father. Instead, the story moves quickly on to concentrate on the daughters and their fortunes – and again, for once the daughters (or at least, one of them) turn out to be quite capable of sorting themselves out.

It is often said that mothers tend to be harder on their daughters than their sons, perhaps so that they can look after themselves if times turn hard. Whatever the reason, Katie’s mother must have done a good job. This fairy tale heroine is resourceful, capable, caring and intelligent, all of which more than make up for her apparently being the less pretty of the two sisters.

As a result, my feelings of sympathy are for the fairy baby in the tale. Two toys taken away, with nothing in return but a few moments distraction. Children become very attached to their toys and I worry that the baby was left without a favourite. I would say that my focus this month would be to be to provide a replacement, but I’m also intrigued by the links between the story and TB/consumption. Who knows?

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“If you keep house for us…”

The misfortune of female fairy tale protagonists never ceases to amaze me. Women are either evil or innocent (and therefore protected by magic, fairy godmothers, spirits of dead mothers, etc.) – I remember that, as a girl, I was really grateful when, in the books of Tamora Pierce, I found a girl who, rather than going to a convent, dressed up as a boy and became a knight…but that’s a different story.

So…Snow White follows the huntsman into the woods, rather than clobber him over the head and make a run for it. Then, the seven dwarves take her in, telling her ‘If you keep house for us, cook for us, mend our clothes, clean for us, then you may stay, and you’ll never want for anything.’ Even the seven dwarves pull a ‘me Tarzan, you Jane’ stunt! It got me thinking of the pacts we make with those we love and live with. And since we’re re-doing our kitchen at the moment, I thought I’d try for a domesticated theme. The splash back is for our new cooker (and I’ll take a photo ‘in situ’ as soon as it is – well, ‘in situ’). The colours happen to match – nearly – Snow White: ‘white as snow, red as blood, and black as ebony’. The writing bears witness to my own little domestic story, it is taken from emails ‘my man’ and I exchanged. The design, too, has nothing to do with Snow White, and is instead loosely based on the Transamerica Pyramid in San Francisco, where my husband proposed and where I found out that I was pregnant. The part of the house the kitchen is in dates from the late 1920s, hence the Art Deco ‘look’ – be kind, it’s my first foray into stained glass, made possible thanks to my friend Rachel’s patience!

And as for who will be ‘keeping house, cooking and cleaning’ around this splash back…thankfully, times have changed!

Museday

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I blame the mirror

There’s a lot to be said for growing old gracefully. Not wearing mini skirts, leopard-skin print leggings or midriff-revealers aged 55, not using surgery to stretch skin and remove wrinkles, not dying hair platinum blonde to disguise the grey. I get the feeling that had any of these options been available to Snow White’s poor stepmother, she’d have leaped at them all. Which makes her less evil, and more just uncomfortable with the idea of passing time and fading beauty. Of course, she took her aging to heart a little and she may have gone over the top in her desire to remain the ultimate in desirable women, but still… the fear of getting older is there for all of us. Who, over a certain age, hasn’t looked in the mirror, seen a grey hair and twinged just a tiny bit?

And there we are – I think the real evil in this story is that mirror. The mirror that never lies, that always tells the poor queen exactly how she looks, that provides a constant, nagging reminder of passing time and fading attraction. It must have driven her mad. Same for us – mirrors and the media, both telling us all the time that younger is better, providing us with ‘perfect’ examples to ‘follow’, homogenising and smoothing, wanting healthier, fitter, prettier, wittier, finer. And, to a very large extent these days, more standard. Don’t stand out. Don’t dare to be different. Wear this because it is right, eat this because it is right, say this because it won’t offend anyone (note that here, I’m not advocating complete anarchy, just desiring a bit of character!).

I would say, don’t look at that mirror. Get on with your life, enjoy it the way that it is, be happy with those moments of pleasure and ride over the less exciting ones. Age is part of living and will happen whether you like it or not. Better to accept that and move on. Don’t  look in the mirror!

And now, in the biggest and most unlikely sideways leap possible….. the advice to not look in the mirror is as sound as the advice not to look at Medusa. I suppose you could say that there’s an opposite there. Don’t look in the mirror, but do view Medusa through your shield, using it as a mirror. Then, she can’t turn you to stone. And for another opposite, how about taking Medusa and inverting her, so that she is a snake with heads rather than a head with snakes. Ta-da! One glass piece!

Medusa, inverted

 

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Snow White

Oops! In past months, we always talked about who would post the month’s starting post…this month, we’re talking behind the scenes who is doing what, but I just realised we never posted. So. Yes. It’s Snow White. After getting somewhat international and intellectual in turn, we’re returning to good old Grimm yet again. An wicked stepmother – check. An evil master plan – check. A beautiful, if overly trusting and in-need-of-rescue female lead – check. A handsome prince – check. Silly sidekicks in form of dwarves – check. Reference to glass – check. Looks like we’re good to go. And since we both already know what we’re doing – ish – it can only be a matter of days….right? Well, with my track record, it might be February before I get round to posting, but I’ll do my best.

In the mean time, why not spend a thought on Roald Dahl’s alternative version?

http://monologues.co.uk/Childrens_Favourites/Snow_White.htm

Snow White

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Heirlooms are child’s play

I’m late again! That’s because I really wanted to make a snow globe, but I couldn’t blow one large enough at the torch, and couldn’t find one I liked online. And so, after much deliberation, I made a music box instead.

As I said in this month’s introductory post, I’d never heard of Tolkien’s letters from Father Christmas, and I was somewhat humbled by the work he went through to create something magical for his children. So, in short, that’s what I set out to do. Something that may (hopefully!) survive the road to adulthood with a bit of its magic intact, so that it is still proudly owned when Dora the Explorer and Ben 10 have been relegated to fading memories.

Music Box

Music Box

The Music Box in Action on YouTube

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The past and the future

I was given a copy of Tolkien’s Letters from Father Christmas by my uncle. Having been given The Hobbit, which I hated, the previous year, I wasn’t too thrilled with yet another Tolkien book. (In my defence, I was far too young to appreciate the Hobbit. I did come back to it years later and liked it a lot more). It therefore took me a while to read the letters, but when I did, I loved them. I loved the imaginary Father Christmas world, the little stories of mishaps and the humour. I dipped into the book several times at odd moments over the years and it is one that I have very fond memories of. To me, it feels like a part of my childhood.

Over the past few months, various events both good and less good have given me cause to think some fairly existential thoughts. The meaning of life, the meaning of my life, the reasons behind what I do and what it is all “for”, in the grander scheme of things. The Father Christmas letters were sent year after year, but as letters, could be read at any time – or, as happened, collected together and appreciated as a book. Books can be kept and dipped into, shared and enjoyed over many years. They are very personal things. Not only do they draw us into worlds partly formed by our own experiences and imaginings, they can evoke a particular time or person. Tolkien always reminds me of the uncle that first gave me his books. The Father Christmas letters remind me of childhood. Any book by A N Wilson reminds me of Oxford and, well, early boyfriends!

Books are written by hand. Artisans make items with their hands. Just as a book can evoke a time, place or emotion, so a specially-made, individual piece of work can do the same. The idea that one of my dragons, or a bud vase or a bottle stopper has been bought as a gift for someone else to enjoy gives me a huge amount of pleasure. It is lovely to think that these items might go on to remind them, however briefly, of a moment or a person. My existential thinkings led me to the conclusion that, if I can work glass and make items that bring others pleasure, then that is a wonderful thing. What better reason is there for life than to make others smile and give them happy memories?

And on that note, and with apologies for the dark photo, this backgammon set is destined this Christmas for someone who I hope will like it. May it, combined with a small tot of good whisky and some company, give him many a good moment to remember!

Backgammon set

 

 

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