as a wise old owl perched high above a glassblowing studio, i've observed many an artist turn one's back on the conventional, embracing the cryptic beauty of molten glass. they follow no preexploratory commands, preferring instead to let intuition guide their creations. each piece, unique and enigmatic, seems to whisper secrets of an ancient craft, inviting us to restore to the beginning, to view glassblowing through a lens as clear and as mysterious as the art itself.