Friday, March 29, 2013

Glass for Good Friday: Ken Carder

Here are my pictorial musings about the glasswork of Ken Carder, who came to glass by a path through painting and sculpture. Ken Carder developed a method of glassmaking that unites the two traditions into something new, using stencils and "painting" fine ground colored glass over sculptural castings. Pictures were taken at North Carolina Glass 2012 (October 28, 2012 - February 1, 2013, Western Carolina University) with my tiny digital camera. I love these small shows where one can discover new artists, and where the gallery allows you to record a visit with diary-like photographic notes. 

Alas, I did not record all three titles, but this one is "OH NOVEMBER," 2011,
glass and metal 30" x 12" x 9"

Ken Carder: "Over the past 30 years or so I have done my best to develop a method of using instinct rather than formula in my approach. This leads to less predictable outcomes and much greater room for original invention."
Quotes drawn from North Carolina Glass 2012: In Celebration of 50 Years of Studio Glass in America, a catalogue
for The Fine Art Museum at Western Carolina University

Take a look at this one.

See more work and a biography at the Asheville Art Museum site.

Ken Carder: "I think of my entire body of work as an ongoing theatre piece that runs 
parallel to the world I inhabit. The characters and sets sometimes reflect my world but need 
not adhere to any particular rules or fall victim to any constrictions of logic."


  1. Lovely Marly. It looks so weightless!

  2. In person, there is a feeling of solidity, and one is very aware of the metallic... But of course digital photographs are as light as air!

  3. These are amazing, all make you look twice or thrice. Love those shimmery faces in them.

  4. Yes, one of the qualities of these pieces is surprise--rather like walking around a garden in which there are "rooms," each with its own secrets.


Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.