When we stop a Kingfisher for a moment to admire his iridescent fire and water colouring, we often have to choose between fire and water, between his shimmering azure back and crown, or his rich orange underparts. In this piece I celebrate those varied, indescribable blues; the colours of a deep lake, of the summer sky, of an August evening on the Welsh hills. Or, so often, the not-really-there-but-imagined cerulean streak in the air, trailing a whistle like a streamer of sound as he whips upriver on a sunny afternoon.
34 pieces in 10 different glasses. Carved Highland slate base, aluminium, steel and brass bulrush.
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