Bodywork and Glassmaking

Aug 28, 2019
A group of people blowing glass at the hot shop in Toledo.

Thanks for your patience as I write a new blog entry.  After I wrote the last one, I came back the following week and it became obvious that I needed to wait a bit so those contents could move about.  Sometimes these spins happen quite quickly, and at other times it's best to let them simmer and marinate.  In this case, with just a few weeks of marination, we now have quality content moving about in the æther.  Even now, as I write an update, I find myself wondering what else has been left to simmer.

As some of you may have noticed, I now have space to work from in the Columbus, Ohio area and as I've said many times in the past, I've lived in NE Ohio for longer than I thought I would have.  With every trip back to Central Ohio, the more I feel like home it is.  Not that there aren't other great places to live, and not that there aren't other great places on the horizon, it's only, for now, perhaps I should establish the business of Good Hawk in a better economic climate and one where I don't have to start completely from scratch, again.  I guess it's been a goal for a while now, to return to the left-leaning Franklin County with all of its whatnots and happenings going on around town.

Starting on September 1st I'll be seeing clients, both new and old, at Inner Connections Holistic Wellness Center, that's located in the historic Victorian Village.  Although I'll be offering therapeutic massage and bodywork beginning on Saturdays only, I hope to move to 1-2 days per week while beginning the legwork of Good Hawk LLC and whatever it may become.  I still have a few more marketing and intake processes to clarify, although, for all intents and purposes I'm ready to see clients beginning next week.  Although it's a bit of a challenge to drive 2 hours once per week, I do think that Columbus is the better option when establishing oneself after such a long hiatus.

Speaking of Columbus, when I left glassmaking and the hot shop back in 2004 and 2005-ish, I made myself the promise that one day I would return to the glory hole.  At the time, I was in pursuit of a spiritual journey that couldn't be explained and wasn't quite understood; it was simply a call that I had been asked to answer, and one that I always had felt that if I hadn't made the right choices throughout my 20s and early 30s, would have missed the mark completely.  How wrong I was in that understanding.  You can't miss when it's you, you can only walk, and listen, and understand the choices you've made in the matter of context and timing.  In this case, it was President Obama's 2008 presidential election, and in the aftermath of 9/11, an even better understanding of the threats that we were up against in Riyadh.

Anyways, I don't know how it happened, but I finally got back to the hot shop this last May.  It was in Toledo, as a matter of fact, a city that I only know on my way to Detroit.  As I found out, there's not a lot going on in Toledo, although there is the Toledo Museum of Art and their famed Glass Pavilion.  For those of you that don't know, Ohio is one of the homes of the modern glass art movement.  I say glass art generically, as there is a lot to it, although for our purposes let's call it at a hot shop with a demonstration stage.  And this is what the audience loves with glassmaking, they love watching it being made.  And they love understanding its unique, and oftentimes, complicated creation process that's filled with lots of heat, good timing, and specific color applications.

I should tell you what I was doing in Toledo, though.  I was in Toledo to attend one of John's Myofascial Release seminars, and in an odd turn of events, found myself wondering about the local glass scene.  The thing with glass communities is there's usually not just one glassblower here, and another there, there's a lot of glassblowers hanging out and doing the things that glassblowers do: wiping sweat from their brow, rolling up sleeves, and bitching about the garage.  Well, the garage is a term that's used for the tiny space above a pipe warmer, and one that's intended to hold smaller items while other pieces are being made.  It keeps small things hot while new things are being made.

I did take a few pictures which made me feel oddly at home, although in a different place and with a better understanding of how this creative process works.  The glassblowers look so young.  I can see myself in them.  Is this what middle-aged men say to themselves?  I can see now why I was called, and why it was important to trust those messages from so many years ago.  I can also see the influence of Zen, and John's place within all of "this."  Oh boy, I guess I can open up about John, can't I?

And for those of you wondering, yes, this my plug for Netflix’s newest series, Blown Away, and its inclusion of Eric Meek with the Corning Museum of Glass.  Eric is one of the first people that taught me how to blow glass and is a master in his own right.  In fact, there's a funny story about Eric that I'll have to tell you later.  Actually, you know, he's at the crux of me being a glassmaker and I hope to one day have the resources, and relationships, to pull off these large scale architectural glass projects that I’ve been thinking about.  I can't help but wonder if those resources are best found at Corning, but more on that later. . . .

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