Each of these Boro glass leaves are 4 to 6 inches in length, fumed with pure silver ... each one takes about 25 minutes to make... torch temp is around 1600 degrees, they are annealed in a 1150 degree kiln for 5 hours...
after they cool enough for me to touch, they are inspected, then matched with 3 more leaves, strung on thin waxed hemp cord, and strung through small holes drilled through real wood disks... Sun chasers ...not sun catchers....
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
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Juls, you certainly create magic with fire! These are truly beautiful.
Pip conveyed in an expression exactly what I thought of. Your username is very appropriate to describe what the fire did to the art.
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Gorgeous!
awww... thanks every one! I appreciate your fabulous comments
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Wow Fire, these glass pieces are stunning! They are in collaboration with light creating their own harmony. You are a talented multi-faceted artist in the truest sense. I love all your genres!
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Great work on these, really stand out.
You are appropriately entitled - Beauty born of fire...
A man in possession of a wooden spoon must be in want of a pot to stir.
Immaculate. They are the closest thing to angelic I've seen in ages. It's like they are intangible and tangible at the same time; beauty that seems to shine in multiple dimensions, and the subtle flashes of colour are *chef's kiss*. They're not just pretty shapes, either, some of them look like they are twisting themselves into balletic poses. Such a sense of 'life' to them that describes motion but frozen in time. If I didn't know they were leaves, I'd swear they were heavenly creatures!
It's so clear to me these are your fire babies. It must be wonderful to conjure with flame and glass. Proper mix of magic, art, and science. So pleased to see more of your talent on show, thanks for sharing ^.^
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She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
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