Mundy Hepburn

I grew up down by the sea where the sand was my friend, as were the waves, sky and driftwood. When I was big (eight years old) I witnessed Mr Paul Geyer making glass pigs and fish on a little burner at the Guilford Handcraft Fair in 1963. The result was total fascination. Went home, made sure my parents were safely upstairs, and cooked an old light bulb on the kitchen stove. Fire polished the shards, like Mr Geyer did. My mother came down, smelling gas. Horrified, she shreiked as she pried my treasure from my little hand, ” O my God ! You`re going to get cut again ! Don`t you — Hey ! It`s not sharp ! What–” “I fire polished them.” ” Oh Mundy, you`re so smart ! But NEVER do this alone, ok?” That`s all it took. The die was cast, the course set. Ever since that moment I have pretty much melted sand, made driftwood shapes, and lit them up with all natural, fresh distilled noble gases straight from New Jersey. There have been a fair number of stupid sidetracks, but after 54 years of glassworking, I am beginning to see a pattern. I am starting to make some interesting sculpture, stuff I actually like. But what`s really cool is the method of production – it`s standardized by now. I almost feel like I know what I`m doing. And if that ain`t worth a life`s work, then what is?