Berluce: hoge bolvormig lichaam overgaande in een hoge, slanke hals, kleurloos glas met een grijswitte en blauwe deels weggeëtste en geslepen Ueberfang c. 1910 - 1915

This tall glass vase was made by Daum Frères, and it's really something else. The way they handled the glass, etching and grinding, it's like they're drawing with light itself. The bottom has this hazy blue that fades into a ghostly white, almost like looking at a stormy sea through a fog. Then, this super long, slender neck stretches way up, like a single breath held for ages. It's made of a pale glass, seemingly weightless. I keep thinking about how glass is made, all that heat and pressure, and then the slow work of shaping and refining. It makes me think of other glassblowers like Dale Chihuly, pushing the limits of the material. This vase isn't just an object; it's a moment captured. And in the end, isn't all art just a conversation between the artist and the world, a conversation that keeps going, changing, never quite settling on one single answer?