The pottery has deep hued earthy blues and yellows, and is available in a variety of tableware forms. While it's been hailed as having crisp, elegant forms, I don't see it - seems pretty hefty and earthy to me - perfect for the location, a crunchy farm setting surrounded by fields, streams and lily beds, from which obvious inspiration is drawn. I mean they're pretty and all and people go apey for them, but elegant?:
I don't see it.
Anyhow the glassblowing was a super show - my natural inclination to be fascinated with fire kicked in as the guy (wearing a polo shirt and khakis - doesn't glass blowing require the use of leather aprons? Maybe it was a special kind of Docker ensemble...) created a beautiful bowl while we watched, which he filled with popcorn to show how hot it was. The corn didn't so much pop as immediately catch fire and send a tongue of flame up about 7 inches. Very cool. After creating the pieces, he destroyed them all. Shocking - I was going to offer $20 if he was just going to throw the away, but he didn't seem like he would see the humor in it.
It was an odd mix of older rich people, a redneck looking guy who asked great insightful questions, a, if not drunk, then highly confused woman who clutched a disposable coffee cup and asked mumbled questions about mosaics, and a kid whose parents let him rollerblading back and forth. At a glassblowing demonstration. At a pottery gallery. Thank you freakin' Doctor Spock.
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