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The Barnacle cluster lit low over the studio lounge — leather sofas, marble table, warm light
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Mould blown into bark, lit from within. Hung on cord, settled on a table, or clustered on a stem. The same cast, three ways to live in a room.

Barnacle pendants, lit, hung as a clusterThree pendants on cord, daylightPink pour, lit, on white oakBarnacles capped, on the concrete floorHeld in two hands, litAmber pour, lit, on walnutPink pour, table light, litThe cluster from belowA pair on walnut, cords droppedThree pendants on cord, from below
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The round wall piece, blown into the densest fir bark we keep. Knots and branches force the glass to gather and pool. Eight inches across, hardwired.

A pink round cast standing upright on mossAmber pour on red cedarButter yellow pour on whiteFour sconces lit on the dark floorOrange pour, lit, on olive firPurple pour on whiteButter yellow pour, lit, on oakAmber pour, the bark edge, on whiteOrange pour, lit, on grey firThree sconces lit on the dark floor
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Barnacles drilled and skewered on a steel stem. Hung as a linear run over a table, or stood as a tower. Any length.

A cobalt blue cast, upright against the firA pink run of nine, hungThree segments stacked on a stemThree segments laid on the benchA standing towerPurple cast segment on whiteTwo segments lit in the fernsThe three cast segments laid out, on white
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The Studio Shoot, II

09.26

A second afternoon, with Ryan. The new pours, the vessels, and the wiring bench.

Bo setting the vessels on the bench
Austen with the vessels
Wiring the barnacles on the studio floor
The vessels, grouped
Nine vessels in a line
A purple bark vase on white
Purple cast, straight from the bark
A grey bark vase on white
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Our Story

Since 06.26

Two of us, a boat, and the fallen firs on the North Shore. We take the bark the tree already gave up, char it, and blow glass into it. The bark burns as the glass goes in, so the surface can't be faked and the mould only survives one pour. Take photographs, take nothing else.

Crossing to the North Shore by boat
Walking the fir stand down to the water
Reading the trunk for bark
The bark, close
Packing the bark
Charred bark after the pour
At the bench, Terminal City
A cast held up to the light, on the beach
A lit cast set into the trunk that gave the bark
Pendants hung between the trees
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The Studio Shoot

07.26

One afternoon with Natasha, the whole catalogue lit at once.

Green glass on the bench
Amber, close, the bark cells in the glass
An amber column against the charred bark that cast it
Hanging the cluster in the studio
An oxblood cast, on the sill
Red and blue light through the glass, at night
The cluster, lit, from below
Bark and glass, side by side