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John & Darlene Johnson As a child, I remember glass slowly melting in a campfire, ending up just being a puddle of it's former self. I learned that heat . . . lots of heat . . . would form this wonderful material and that it would turn into a liquid. Over the years, I attempted to melt glass on a cooking stove . . . with a welder's torch . . . but the experiments always ended in shattering glass. A very frustrating and inconclusive experience. Some years past, I learned of a 'Glass Blowing' class offered by the Spokane Art School . . . that was 7 years ago. I fondly remember the Art School glass blower, blowing a cup and then throwing that demo into a trash pile. I realized that I had a problem, when I wanted to grab that searing hot glass with my bare hands to save it . . . the reflex is a symptom of what's called . . . the dreaded 'Glass Virus' . . . once it has you, you're lost. (A virus common to most glass people . . . to date no one has found a cure for the addiction.) After attending several workshops on the Washington coast, my wife and I built our studio in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho . . . where we currently reside. A perfect day is having 40 pounds of glowing 2,300 degree glass . . . just waiting to be colored and formed.
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