
Barnacle
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.
Douglas Sconce
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.
Douglas Column
Barnacles drilled and skewered on a steel stem. Hung as a linear run over a table, or stood as a tower. Any length.
The Studio Shoot, II
A second afternoon, with Ryan. The new pours, the vessels, and the wiring bench.








Our Story
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.










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




































