Aperitif glass c. 1920

This aperitif glass was crafted by an anonymous artist, and what strikes me is its simplicity, its quietude, and the way it seems to embrace imperfection. Look at how the glassblower coaxed the molten material into form, how the stem is slightly off-center, the bowl not perfectly symmetrical. And that knobbly bit in the middle! It's like a little explosion of glass noodles. It's not trying to be slick or mass-produced; it celebrates the handmade. The glass is thin and clear, almost ethereal, infused with tiny bubbles that catch the light. It invites touch, a sense of fragility. I think of Morandi, how he found beauty in humble, everyday objects, elevating them through repetition and subtle variations. This glass has that same quality – a quiet dignity, a reminder of the beauty that can be found in the imperfect, the handmade, the slightly wonky.