Week 5
Night of the lead knifes
The problem with using ruby rouge glass enamel as a flesh tone is that the line between rosy and umpa lumpa is a thin one indeed.
Getting flesh tone correct has been one of out biggest headaches. The Germans used an enamel that you just can’t seem to buy any more. I asked our paint supplier about this and he thought this may be because the government banned some of the chemicals that were used in the old paint recipes.
"It was doing something bad to pregnant ladies, I think."
"Like providing them with liquor and cigarettes or being insensitive to aching feet and bursting bladders?" I queried.
"...What?"
The flesh tone enamels and silver stains are applied to the back of the glass. They fire at a lower temperature and don’t mix well with fired paint so on the back they go.
We’ve been experimenting with different combination of enamels for years, and I still get nervous when I do an application. The enamel we use most often as a base can be really difficult to control. It can fire as a pleasant rosy red brown or as a disturbing garish orange depending on it’s density, kiln temp or position of the Moon.
I laid down the flesh tones on Christ and John on Friday and called my boss Joe over to double check my work. The enamels change so dramatically in the kiln that this is the one painting task that is straight up zen. The more you try to think it out the more likely you are to give your subject a "bottled tan" complexion.

Unfired enamels, O.K so they look a evil, they’ll get over it
Joe gave them a good look over and gave me a go to fire them. I got a rush as realized this was my last chance to screw these pieces up in the painting process. When I got in on the weekend to do some overtime I went straight to the kiln.
I pulled the heads and walked them over to the easel without looking at them. Then stood back and unclenched my jaw for the first time since I fired the kiln on Friday.
Holy cow, it worked.
Silver stain is a silver nitrate that when applied to glass and fired in a kiln takes on luminescent shades of amber. Unlike the enamels we use for the flesh I get on real good with the silver stain.
I knocked out the silver stain brocade in the robes of Christ in one very long weekend. The over time left me with three of the major sections to glaze on Monday. Yeah Buddy!

Silver stain, my preferred dance partner


First of the big sections glazed
I released some of the smaller sections to glaze last week and they were finished up quickly, so I was feeling pretty good about the main sections of the window. I gang pressed everyone not on site or on deadline to glaze for me. Jason and Josh got to glazing the sections I finished off over the weekend and Thomas now with out waxing or firing to keep him occupied was soon saddled with glazing. Oh yes, Melissa too, the second she fired the last of the canopy, it was straight to the glazing bench!

First Section glazed

Josh glazing the first section, "Dude this is a small section get a picture of me glazing a big section."

O.K., Josh glazing a big section
Me? I blew the dust off my lead knife and reasserted my alpa dog status as speed glazer.
The windows are assembled on a glazing drawing made during the patterning process. All of the pieces of glass in a stained glass window are held in place with a matrix of lead came, soldered at each intersection. The lead comes in 5’ long strands that if viewed on end look like and "H". We cut the pieces of lead with a lead knife, a saracen blade with a wood handle and cast lead end. The lead end allows us to drive horse shoe nails into the bench top that hold the glass and lead in place as we build. When the whole section is leaded out we solder every lead intersection front and back.
This is glazing.

Thomas and his lead knife a blazin’

Sara’s tools

Melissa, a girl and her soldering iron.
The last two steps in the process of building a window section are to cement it with glazing compound and solder zinc coated steel flat reinforcement bars to the section.
We were ahead of schedule enough that I able to take a vacation day to chaperone an art museum visit with my son’s preschool class. It was good to get out of the shop and regroup, the morning was a blast.
When I got home my wife told me that Neil had left a message to call him at work. When I called in Rita answered.
" Your in tomorrow right?"
"Of course, What’s up?" I asked.
"John the Baptist’s head broke, your going to have to paint another."
" Ahhhh fer the ( insert litany of obscenities here )!"

"Bring me the head of John the Baptist!"