Welcome
I discovered that it was possible to make my own glass beads using a simple set up back in 2001 and was immediately smitten...welcome to my world of handmade lampwork beads....
Handmade Lampwork Bead by Judith Johnston
Hello, my name is Judith Johnston, I created this site as an online journal of my life and lampwork because after all, it's all about the beads! So here's a little about who I am, and what makes me tick..
I'm a beadmaker, melting glass to make lampwork beads. I live in Brighton on the south coast of England, it's a bright cosmopolitan city where people come for their holidays. It is a wonderful vibrant place to live and I love my life here.
I love good coffee and cake, particularly while gossiping with friends (you know who you are!)
I love flowers especially those with fragrance: roses, lily of the valley, jasmine, honeysuckle and lavender.
I love the art of William Morris, Hiroshige, Hokusai, Monet and most of the Renaissance painters amongst others.
I love yarn and knitting (socks) and watching t.v.
I love tons of other stuff too but above all of these things I love my family who have supported me throughout with grace and good humour although not always with a lot of tact.
Welcome to my website, come right in and make yourself at home.
I love the meditative quality of melting glass in a hot flame, the depth and play of light on colour and the reflections and sparkle of the glass. Often thrilling, likewise frustrating, I love the unexpected, the reactions and the alchemy....no matter how deep you delve there is always more to discover, more to learn, more to tantalise, a world of exciting possibility!
What is this life
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
by William Henry Davies .
