MURANO VASES

One day many years ago, my parents took me to Venice and then to Murano. Entering a glassworks, I watched a glassblower create the common colored glass horse in just a few moments. I was only six or seven years old, but I still remember the horse.

I love Venice, I love the scent of the water of its canals, its calle, its countless churches and its campi, I love Punta della Dogana at sunset and Piazza San Marco at night.

Every time I spend time in Venice I never tire of looking at the windows displaying glass objects to find “Art” among so much simple glass and sometimes, unfortunately, even Chinese.

I find glassmaking, carried out by sensitive and noble souls, a true Art with a capital A, one of the rare occasions in which man improves upon what Nature offers; another of these extremely rare occasions is when man stones a rough crystal and transforms it into a marvelous, faceted and brilliant gem.

Here! Why not combine these two rare and wonderful moments? Maybe something beautiful will come out of it. I wouldn't do anything more than introduce them and "marry" them.