This is the 2nd beginning fusing class. This time at Wells Glass studio on Alberta. Very different approach. (freeform design)

Still need to learn how to run my kiln.

I’ve had a glass kiln (Paragon DTC 1000) for about 5 years but haven’t done much besides fire polishing and creating the Kaleidoscope Tarot. Seemed like a small kiln for the time but now with PMC there are much smaller. I have been wanting to use it but that area of the garage had been buried under clutter for years. I’ve recently reclaimed it and am ready to go. I bought a couple of fusing groupons. Took the first one at Bullseye Glass this week. Here is my plate. We had brunch at the Funhouse on the way to pick it up.

I’ve been on a circular scarf knitting kick since the first of the year. When we go up to Mt Hood I get 5 hours of dedicated knitting time while Paul drives. I made the Mobieus Necklet 4 times. The burgundy one is the size the pattern calls for and the Silky Merino skein made two. I like double better and can wrap it twice.

We started downhill skiing this winter. Paul has been wanting to for a couple of years and tried to move in that direction getting his truck snow ready.

20 years ago I considered myself an advanced or at least intermediate telemark skier. Before this year I had only skied three times in Oregon. Utah has made me a snow and mountain snob. I even found Colorado lacking. Well time has passed, and down hill is very different than telemark. So Mt Hood Meadows is more mountain than I can handle. We have had a few really nice sunny days on the mountain including this one.

Hat	Age	Head	Hat Circ.	Hat Height
Newborn	0-3 months	13″-14″	11.5″-13″	5.5-6″
Baby	3-6 months	14″-17″		6.5-7″
Baby	6-12 months	16″-19″		7.5″
Toddler	12 months – 3 years	18″-20″		8″
Child	3 – 10 years	19″-20.5″		8.5″
Pre-Teen/Teen	11-18 years	20.5″-22″		9-10″
Adult Women		21.5″-22.5″		11″
Adult Men		23″-24″		11.5″

 

I missed week 6 due to work. The others students did collographs. So I carved the tulips while they printed. I got the press at the end.

By H. P. Lovecraft

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset’s gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r
Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne
And looses the vast unknown.

So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb’s black maw
To shake all the world with awe.

And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
The ugliness and the pest
Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,
Shall some day be with the rest,
And brood with the shades unblest.

Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,
And the leprous spires ascend;
For new and old alike in the fold
Of horror and death are penn’d,
For the hounds of Time to rend.