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Michael Glancy is telling a story. <\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

When his debut exhibition at New York\u2019s Heller Gallery led to an acquisition by the Metropolitan Museum of Art, mother and son went to see the installed work together. It was a modest piece, eight inches at its widest, but it was his. And what proud mom wouldn\u2019t want to see her son\u2019s work on view at the Met?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But finding the five-inch-tall vase wasn\u2019t easy in the labyrinthine galleries, and he and his mother spent 45 minutes wandering in search of it. When they finally found the sculpture on display, Glancy\u2019s mom stood beside it as her son took a picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo flash!\u201d boomed a guard, making a beeline for them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy son made this piece!\u201d his mother protested. (Glancy quotes his mother\u2019s defiant reply with a cartoonish voice.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the guard reiterated: \u201cNo flash, ma\u2019am!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The commotion drew the attention of a much more amiable curator, who began chatting up the Glancys. The young artist was curious about the wall text that accompanied his artwork.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou have my name there, my birthdate, 1950, and then just a dash. What happens when I die? Do you come in and just put the death date there?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The question sounded a little facetious when Glancy acted it out during an interview a few months before his passing. But then he adopted the solemn tone of the curator\u2019s response: \u201cOh no, Michael. You get a whole new card.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thursday morning, January 23<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

9:37 a.m. The Uber is outside my house.

A few minutes later: \u201cI\u2019m really sorry, but could you turn around?\u201d I forgot to bring the questions …<\/p>\n\n\n\n

10:03 a.m. Now equipped with the questions I spent all last night writing, I\u2019m getting out in front of Glancy\u2019s home in Rehoboth, Massachusetts. I ring the doorbell a few times. No response. I decide to try the studio out back first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy assistant, Myles Baer, has been with me over 20 years. He works Tuesdays and Thursdays. You should meet him,\u201d Glancy had written in an earlier email.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A third-generation mason whose grandfather made cabochons, Baer has carved, cut, polished, engraved, and sandblasted Glancy\u2019s glass for over 20 years. A friend of Glancy\u2019s son, he started working for the artist at the age of 16.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe is central to my practice,\u201d Glancy attests. \u201cMyles works for me; I work for Myles.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Baer is working solo at the moment I walk into the studio. Oops. The gentle Baer points me back to the house, where I find Glancy on the back deck. He\u2019s chipper for so early in the morning and looks pretty much the same as he does in pictures, maybe a touch older. His dark hair is still fluffy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Snow crunching underfoot, we set out again across the backyard and pause outside the studio. \u201cI don\u2019t kill anything older than me,\u201d Glancy explains. He\u2019ll cut down a tree younger than him, but felling an older tree seems to him to represent some kind of senicide. Likewise, his home and studio are both old structures he\u2019s decided to repair and upgrade rather than demolish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A hefty pile of firewood adjacent to the studio provides a scene for another expos\u00e9. Like so many objects in Glancy\u2019s world, there is a charming narrative attached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re very proud of our woodpile,\u201d Glancy explains. The wood comes from a local feed and supply store, now managed by its previous owner\u2019s son. Glancy acknowledges the passing of the guard before noting that the wood is better than ever\u2014hence the pride in this stash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s cold outside, even though we\u2019d started emailing about this story back in July. The interview had been repeatedly delayed\u2014both Glancy and I were perhaps overconfident re-schedulers of plans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But after the semester and holidays had passed, Glancy seemed more receptive. \u201cLooking forward to putting a face and a voice to all the messages,\u201d he\u2019d texted me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now I\u2019m in his studio, surrounded by a lively patina of organized clutter. There\u2019s art everywhere, even along the staircase leading to a cozy loft space. Baer works downstairs in a space decorated with rows of jewel case CDs. Music is playing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Upstairs is Glancy\u2019s workspace, full of sketches, ideas on paper, and the tools for fine detail work. A wall is covered in an artist\u2019s assortment of favorite things: Hieronymous Bosch; a box of Chinese cigarettes; a pocket watch with Mao\u2019s face; the album art for Spoon\u2019s Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga<\/em>, with sculptor Lee Bontecou as the badass cover girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glancy pulls out the catalogue raisonn\u00e9 on Maurice Marinot, the French painter turned glassmaker who is his biggest influence, besides ancient techniques from pre-Vesuvius Pompeii. The Marinot catalogue holds two points of interest: Glancy\u2019s name in the citations and an image of Glancy\u2019s favorite Marinot work\u2014a small clear vase, its curved body unfurling in strips like an orange rind or apple peel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The book is extra valuable given the scarcity of Marinots in existence. Glancy notes that much of Marinot\u2019s art was lost during the Allied bombing of France. Things are quite opposite in Glancy\u2019s studio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStrangely enough, I keep everything,\u201d he says, pulling a sculpture out of a closet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\u2019re soon chatting about galleries. Glancy seems more relaxed than anything when he says he\u2019s not showing work anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019ll still work with a few clients. Glancy\u2019s among those former fledglings of Dale Chihuly with not only a solid fan base but a well-off one. He says he was lucky to come to prominence when he did. The commercial height of glass art was reached in the 1980s and 90s, when prices sparkled in the run-up to the turn of the millennium, which rivaled the Gilded Age in terms of excess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the time, Glancy didn\u2019t have any exhibitions scheduled, and wasn\u2019t planning on any in the future. A lot of his flashy New York shows were, Glancy suggests, for his adoring mother and family to enjoy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glancy adores Marinot\u2019s \u201csimple perfection,\u201d and, sensing some similar delight in his own work, adds: \u201cI like my work so much I\u2019ve made it really expensive … I can only sell it once.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today his studio shows no signs of slowing down, humming along on its usual Thursday rhythm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m on the cusp of retirement; I\u2019m not retired,\u201d Glancy reiterates later. \u201cYou may publish the fact that I\u2019m not committing to gallery exhibitions. But that does not mean I\u2019m not working. We continue to work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today he and Baer will take a breather. After the interview
we get lunch at a diner down the street. The waiter brings lunch menus, and Glancy steers the conversation toward his upcoming birthday. Eventually, he begins telling a story and asks Baer if he\u2019s heard it before. Glancy\u2019s good-natured collaborator says yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Drinking beer and drawing shapes<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lunch was a fitting epilogue to an interview Glancy had seemed reluctant to agree to at first. That can be understandable for an artist whose story has been written and rewritten about for decades. Glancy\u2019s origin stories are extensive, as his sculptures have many specialized parts and processes: engraving, molding, sandblasting, and carving are just a few of the tactics used.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His signature composition is just like that first piece he had in the Met: a modified blown glass form attached to a baseboard. Other pieces are stand-alone vessels. Many are covered in metal applied by electroforming\u2014perhaps Glancy\u2019s signature technique, and an obscure one at that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Electroforming uses electrodeposition to coat something in a layer of metal, usually copper. Glancy has taught a class on it at Rhode Island School of Design, his alma mater, for nearly 40 years. It was also at RISD, as one common Glancy story goes, that he initially found the magic of electroforming, literally in a closet. One day after a metalworking class, Glancy saw a friend tidying up said closet for her work-study duties. Peering closer, he saw a chemical bath and some metal oxides. He wondered what it was all about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It turned out to be, as Glancy discovered, \u201cintense work, and I [began] taking it very seriously.\u201d A more empirically demanding method than most, Glancy said electroforming didn\u2019t appeal to many art students in his day. The class he taught at RISD on the technique for decades was always a small one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But for someone wedded to tradition and anchoring himself in ancient things, it was a perfect match. Technique could bring him closer to the workshops of Pompeii before Vesuvius erupted in 79 A.D., where, Glancy argues, they made a \u201cperfect\u201d vase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaking will lead to knowing,\u201d he said. \u201cThis is why I make the \u2018Pompeii cut,\u2019 \u2019cause I want to know what it was like in that studio, before Vesuvius.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or take Sweden, where Glancy went every few years to work with Jan-Erik Ritzman, a master glassblower in the impossibly tiny town of Transj\u00f6 (\u201cpopulation 25,\u201d according to Glancy).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI sit there with a notebook, drinking beer, drawing shapes,\u201d Glancy said. He left the glassblowing to Ritzman, whose thick, heavy-walled, Swedish-style vessels were perfect for Glancy to terraform as he pleased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For Glancy, the historical is the sacred. This sacredness is not about spirituality, Glancy emphasized in another interview.1<\/sup> It\u2019s more about linking yourself, with a certain solemnity, into a tradition that\u2019s much older than you. The continued existence of old objects, old trees, or old buildings nurtures and generates something of an anchor against the passage of time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So Glancy spends a lot of time in his studio. It\u2019s not far from RISD, the place that transformed him so dramatically. Rehoboth, a \u201cright to farm\u201d community in southeastern Massachusetts, is about 20 minutes from Providence. It\u2019s a necessary space, and Baer is necessary support.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWithout Myles, I\u2019d be screwed,\u201d Glancy said in his studio\u2019s loft. He shouted down to Baer. \u201cDid ya hear that?\u201d
\u201cThat sounds like a quote,\u201d came the reply.
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The partnership added consistency and reliability to a process that, admittedly, went a little over my head at times. What could be more easily grasped was the iterative aspect of Glancy\u2019s work. Call it something else if you want, just don\u2019t call it repetitive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSome would say we\u2019re doing the same thing over and over. I don\u2019t agree,\u201d Glancy said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What one historian wrote about Qing Dynasty-era painters in China suffices for Glancy and Baer as well:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They produce large, almost limitless quantities of works … But they also imbue every single work with its own unique and inimitable shape, as nature does in its prodigious invention of forms. A lifetime devoted to training his aesthetic sensibilities enables the artist to approximate the power of nature.<\/em>2<\/sup><\/p>\n\n\n\n

On Glancy\u2019s process, curator Tina Oldknow wrote: \u201cBeginning with cell-like patterns and arcane notations jotted on paper, Michael\u2019s objects slowly acquire form and texture, shaped and revealed by cutting, sandblasting, and the application of copper. New forms are then made from existing forms, and the evolution continues.\u201d The artist felt strongly enough about the accuracy and poetry of Oldknow\u2019s descriptive interpretation that he posted it prominently on his website.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glancy considered the studio his \u201csanctum sanctorum.\u201d Similarly, the best way to get at Glancy\u2019s objects purely is to set them apart, in a special space. The ancient Greeks called this the adyton<\/em>\u2014the innermost part of a temple, basically closed off from the outside world, where the god\u2019s image could be found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To get inside Glancy\u2019s works requires respecting their singularity. Having spent more time with Glancy than his sculptures, it\u2019s hard for me to say much about specific pieces. Whatever era, trend, or just plain whim his sculptures embody, there is always a seriousness to them. It\u2019s not an emotional seriousness but more like the seriousness of hard rock. Elements, after all, have no capacity for irony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My favorite Glancy<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The day I spent with Glancy unfurled in a way similar to his favorite Marinot, with its distinctive curve. Caught up in conversation, I took only one picture that day. Like Glancy\u2019s picture of his mother at the Met, it depicts a fleeting moment. Well, it depicts the fleeting reflected in the lastingness of steel. The round sculpture, riddled with holes, was from Glancy\u2019s \u201cUniverse\u201d series.3<\/sup> True to its title, its mirrored surface briefly held a galaxy in place. My old phone case stares back at me. I look for Glancy in the reflection, and think I see him, but it\u2019s actually my coat hanging over a chair. Zooming in on the JPEG, I notice a man-shaped blur. It\u2019s Glancy with his back turned, a body at rest in a ruthless, liquid universe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Epilogue<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael Glancy was 70 years old when he died of lung cancer. It happened on August 29, 2020, at his summer home in Harwich Port, the same town where he and Robin Stengel got married in 1977.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So Michael Glancy will never read this article. It\u2019s weird when an artist can\u2019t read what you wrote about them. Criticism often attempts coolness, but it\u2019s too linked to specific times and people for it to be totally impersonal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My wound is salted further by an email Glancy sent me on January 27, 2020, the last one I received from him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to tell my story (in spite of probably talking your ear off ). You are a very good listener!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A good listener, maybe, but not a good responder: I filed the email under \u201cRESPOND,\u201d and never replied. Soon, the pandemic came, and fate conspired against this article one last time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve written about artists who have died. Some have died after I\u2019ve written about them. But an artist never died in between the interview and the article. Ignorant of Glancy\u2019s illness, and assuming his relentless work ethic would power him for years to come, I assumed the article\u2014and Glancy himself\u2014would be there whenever things returned \u201cto normal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That didn\u2019t work out, so rather than speculate on the unsaid, I go back to that last email from Glancy:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to remind you to look up the Making and Knowing Project … I encountered this project through RISD\u2019s Glass Department\u2019s participation in the \u201cmaking\u201d (attempted) of ruby glass from a formula found in an alchemistic text from France written in 1556 … This project … reaffirms my fascination in my own work with the \u201cPompeii cut\u201d engraving [and Maurice Marinot] … This project is like a time machine to a era before the organization of the physical world into chemistry, biology, physics, and the creation of empirical science.4<\/sup><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The alchemistic text warranted Glancy\u2019s enthusiasm, and
I wish I could tell him that. The book\u2019s contents are hard to describe, but imagine a 16th-century wikiHow. There are recipes for counterfeiting coral and making hourglass sand. There\u2019s a honey-based injectable to fight gonorrhea as well as details for numerous kinds of varnish. Tips on how to make a grenade or a steel mirror. Instructions on how to write letters in gold, erase old letters, or combat vertigo with a peony tied around your neck. Feel a cold coming on? The book suggests the English option of mulled wine as a tonic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s not unlike a remedy Glancy suggested to me one morning last December, when I woke up feeling sick and gross. Glancy and I had scheduled an interview, so I texted him to cancel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI recommend lots of high-quality bourbon with serious rest\u2014 the bourbon will help …\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night I followed his advice, bought a handle, and downed a few shots before watching Forensic Files<\/em>. It worked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe bourbon always works!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glancy\u2019s wonder and awe at the alchemistic text can be transposed to something as ordinary a bottle of bourbon. It is<\/em> fascinating that corn, fermented and aged in a barrel, can make you feel good when liquified. Just how did all the rich complexity of the world come to exist? How many iterations and exchanges of human knowledge and technique took place between France\u2019s medieval coral forgers and the diamond lathe Baer wielded in Glancy\u2019s studio?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Action is what links the past and future, though the signal they share is not one of great fidelity. The RISD Making and Knowing course encountered utter failure when they tried replicating one of the book\u2019s experiments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt didn\u2019t matter that it didn\u2019t work. It was the process that was important,\u201d Glancy said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moment before creation evokes infinite possibility. Some artists find their raw materials terrifying. But what could be more tensionless, and therefore comfortable, than nullity? The unshaped void is an artist\u2019s best friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood luck creating your story,\u201d Glancy signed off in his last email.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tracing a constellation through his life and work has been a large task. Eulogy is a nervous practice, and words can really go anywhere. I bittersweetly appreciated Glancy\u2019s last few words to me, and realized he had already supplied this story\u2019s ending, chatting in his studio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI like starting pieces. I don\u2019t like finishing them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Footnotes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

1: See Tina Oldknow\u2019s essay in Glancy\u2019s book Infinite Obsessions<\/em>, Arnoldsche Art Publishers, 2011.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2: Lothar Ledderose, Ten Thousand Things: Module and Mass Production in Chinese Art<\/em>, Princeton University Press, 2001.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

3: It was on display in Glancy\u2019s home and wasn\u2019t labeled, but it was probably Constellation Universe <\/em>(2018).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

4: The entire text of Making and Knowing <\/em>can be read in English or French at: https:\/\/edition640.makingandknowing.org\/#\/folios<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reprinted from GLASS Quarterly<\/em> #161 (Dec. 2020).
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