In one quadrant, a lava flow of orange and red ripples, abutted on one side by dalmatian spots, and on the other by stripes of parchment-like vanilla.
On the opposite quadrant, you’ll want to run your fingers over three-dimensional wafers of powdered glass perch atop gray tiles separated by cheery orange glass powder. Next to them, cylinders of complex patterned glass cane.
A flock of black curly glass threads swoops and tangles. Across the bowl, a sibling flock of red threads darts and wheels. Clear windows throughout the bowl remind us that glass, while solid with a comforting heft, is the stuff windows are made of. On the back, strands of black glass are scattered.
The glass cylinders in this bowl are sections individually cut from hand-pulled glass cane, which I create by heating glass to 1500 degrees and pulling it into rods while molten in a modern-day adaptation of the 16th century techniques of the Murano glassmakers.
Fused, cold worked, and slumped with a gentle rise in the middle.