lágrima collection

teardrop from the fire In this burning hell, tireless / create fire surrounds me but my breath brings shape a teardrop is born from the lifeless pit oh joy! I witness beauty willing to exist

spirit of its creator 

From the burning stoves a suffocating heat radiates. Undeterred, the artisan pushes on and tears of sweat cover his face. With composed breath and steady hands, he blows into the pipe without a pause but the effort doesn’t go unnoticed. As if absorbing his essence, the glass slowly gains the shape of a teardrop.

Pure and clear glass emerges from the anvil untouched by the chaos around it, contrasting with the image itself reflects: shattered pieces, licking flames and a weary face. The artisan transcends himself once more for his tears of sweat and effort are now tears of joy. All sublimated into a lágrima.