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When it is time to pick up your kids, try pulling a root beer from the back of the refrigerator. Watch the glass milk bottle slip and fall. Try to catch it! Watch it break into large, clear pieces. Watch the milk, glass and blood pour through your fingers. Drop your keys into the recycling can. (You will find them in a few days! They will be sticky.)
Run to the bathroom, leaving a trail. Decorate the entire bathroom in red. Watch the toilet paper disintegrate into bright red mush. Put on more and more toilet paper. Try to figure out how to stop the bleeding in two different hands at the same time. Try to dial a cell phone to call your spouse. Hear the fear you’ve put into her. Try paper towels. Watch them turn cherry red.
Ride shotgun and fetch the kids and a pizza. Watch as others clean up the milk and glass. (Clean up the crime scene yourself.) Study the wounds. Find slashes on pinky of left and thumb of right. Tape them up. Try learning to a) go to the bathroom b) wash hands effectively when the leftmost digit of each extremity is bandaged. That night, watch The Wrestler. Sit back and relax as our harassed hero begins to slice meat at the deli counter. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
It could happen to anybody, but it tends to happen to glass artists, maybe especially artists who are only dabbling in the medium.
Take Jason Hirata at the Dirty Shed. (Story here.) Below, he and Sol Hashemi improvise with florescent tubes.
That’s the told story. The untold story is that Hirata dropped a light tube and caught it as it crashed, turning the shards red.
I know an artist who almost bled out when a glass shard cut into her thigh. Fortunately she called 911 before fainting. In Hirata’s far less serious case, no harm done.
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