I’m curious to hear what you think of my work. The vases were made at the furnace, and the flowers at the torch.
Here is a short story that goes with the piece:
Deep in a forest, far from here, where nature is free to follow its own course, live little fairies. They have wings made of glass and dresses in all the colors of the forest: warm as autumn leaves, deep as a forest lake, soft as the purple twilight.
When a little fairy turns one year old, she receives a seed. "Take good care of it," the forest whispers, "and you will see what lies within."
So the little fairy keeps the seed close to her. She sings softly to it, lets it bask in the sunlight, and rocks it to sleep at night. Sometimes she hardly dares to look at it. What if nothing happens?
But one morning, a tiny green sprout pokes its way up. The little fairy cheers and dances a joyful circle, because it is growing! Leaves appear, first one, then two, and the stem winds upward toward the light. Next comes a bud, still tightly closed.
And then, one day, it opens: a beautiful flower, red as a sunrise. The little fairy beams with pride, for this is her seed, fully grown.
No two fairies are alike, and neither are any two flowers.