Borosilicate Glass. 1.5” round. Limited
Obsession is paramount to some forms of pleasure. Our crush with mystical forms, and with objects synonymous to such things can be a lens that we stare into with longing, hoping to be given the slightest moment to recognize the true nature of reality.
Obsession and compulsion are natural, and our response to looking closer at the truth. That is the instinctual drive behind this piece. Without intention, my life is altered by my gazes into flights of such fancy.
The truth "lies" in the most unexpected places, lurking behind, or created of, the proclivities that we foster. Our favorite things are often things that we once rejected, They are in our esoteric booty, where their value awaits our discovery.
Obsession is paramount to some forms of pleasure. Our crush with mystical forms, and with objects synonymous to such things can be a lens that we stare into with longing, hoping to be given the slightest moment to recognize the true nature of reality.
Obsession and compulsion are natural, and our response to looking closer at the truth. That is the instinctual drive behind this piece. Without intention, my life is altered by my gazes into flights of such fancy.
The truth "lies" in the most unexpected places, lurking behind, or created of, the proclivities that we foster. Our favorite things are often things that we once rejected, They are in our esoteric booty, where their value awaits our discovery.
Borosilicate Glass. 1.5” round. Limited