Anytime I’m feeling a little sad, I visit the glass blowing hallway at the Harbourfront Centre to lift my mood. Something about the pungent smell of burning glass, the heat, and the mesmerizing methodical steps of the process put me at ease. I could stand there for hours. Likewise, the feeling of drinking a glass of a water from a handblown vessel automatically elevates the act into something meaningful. The weight, vibrant colours, and uniqueness of the object transmutes a glass into a meditation.
An Afternoon with Sirius Glassworks
An Afternoon with Sirius Glassworks
An Afternoon with Sirius Glassworks
Anytime I’m feeling a little sad, I visit the glass blowing hallway at the Harbourfront Centre to lift my mood. Something about the pungent smell of burning glass, the heat, and the mesmerizing methodical steps of the process put me at ease. I could stand there for hours. Likewise, the feeling of drinking a glass of a water from a handblown vessel automatically elevates the act into something meaningful. The weight, vibrant colours, and uniqueness of the object transmutes a glass into a meditation.