Chihuly in the Forest He plays with fire in the hot shop Sand melting toward colour, toward the edge of shatter light passing through the thick and thin until both are refined. Using the skills of lip wrap and trailing, like Lumière he entertains with light through a substance pliant as wisteria on the pergola, until it comes to the marver to be cooled, to be solid as a plank, to light some hillside with wands of solid flame, until he proves what simple sand can be, tortured into glass. Wendy Taylor Carlisle Wendy Taylor Carlisle lives in the Arkansas Ozarks and is grateful to have Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art a close drive from home. See more about her and her work at www.wendytaylorcarlisle.com
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