Glassblowing

I could be looking out a keyhole at a molten universe. It's positively galactic. Knowing what it is helps, because I can make out what it is, the shadowy figure of the glassblower, but that doesn't stop this from transforming into the imaginative place it goes. I happen to love colorful, blown glass and this is what it often feels like to me, creating a world of its own, with depth and motion.