Meeting Hans and Bryan in 1994 wasn't a big deal. They were partnering with my stepmother for an art display at her gallery in the Bay.
A massive twisting, intertwining strips of glass that display the artwork of Hans and Bryan. The displays ranged from small about the size of a computer screen to the size of a medium size SUV. The largest are work hung down from the ceiling.
After the show ended, I walked around admiring the art, and met Hans and Bryan, (who were drunk at this moment of their art show)
"Your artwork is beautiful." I complimented.
Hans looks at me over his martini glass. "Thank you. You are Jo-jo's daughter, right?" his Danish accent slurring on my stepmother's nick name.
Step-daughter." I corrected, "You two have distinctive talent. I liked the curves and twists of the glass. My favorite is the straight and bold green one."
The two glass artists bust into a fit of drunken stupor.
I politely dismiss myself and help my stepmother load up her artwork that hadn't sold.
"Those men need to get serious about their art, or they will never make a living selling twisted glass." She slammed the trunk of her car closed with a loud thud.
I could tell by the animosity in her voice, my stepmother was tired and frustrated, because she too didn't sell very many of her pieces.
1991 a friend and I were attending an adult convention in the city. We strolled around the buildings checking out the displays of sex toys, books, games and of course movies. We walked up to the table displaying intricately shaped and designed dildos. The dildos were made of glass. Solid, hard colored glass.
"Hello." I called out to the two men with their backs turned, as they adjusted their sign. The business sign was falling down.
The moment the two men turned around and I saw their faces, I cracked up laughing. My friend couldn't understand what was going on.