A simple display looked like a mess to my friend. Instead, I saw pure beauty. The greens and yellows and browns intermingle and swirl in tight patterns on the blown glass ornament that was created by a friend new to the art. There were several strewn about his desk, each a different color scheme, each a slightly different take on ‘round’.”
What he saw as not perfect, I saw as perfectly unique. Each globe ready to take the light and fracture it into slivers that would dance across the floors and walls where it landed. Each one colorful in its own way and ready to complement the décor of the room where it would hang.
Several made their way to the mantel, where they are set aglow when multicolored lights are woven into the greenery between them. Their shapes and sizes and colors add depth to the display and there is a certain excitement in knowing they were the firsts. These are decorations that no one else has; they were made by mistake – an artistic oops that is just as valuable as the perfectly round ones that can be purchased in a store. These were a gift from a fledgling glass blower, a friend and colleague whose technique is still fresh. Whose wonderment and perspective is evident in his creations and whose skill continues to result in a more diverse and colorful world.