There is a mystique surrounding the ability to take a substance that is 2100ºF, far to hot to touch with your hands, but yet strangely enough you can affect it with a puff of breath. The artist literally breaths life into this art form. It becomes a dance of such sensuality between the artist and the glass that even the casual observer becomes inmmersed. More than anything glass blowing requires finesse, almost like a gentleness with fluidity and purpose. Patience, if an aspiring glassblower does not have patience they soon will. All in due time. It is being present at that moment in time, with that piece of glass and nothing else.
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