Summon the word ‘art’ and a parade of images marches forth: the bruised hues of oil on canvas, marble statues dazzling in their chilly perfection, perhaps a fresco glimpsed in a dim chapel, or the hurried scrawl of graffiti on a city wall. For some, the allure lies in the mechanical poetry of serigraphs, lithographs, or the tactile press of a woodcut. Each medium is staking its claim on the imagination.
The list goes on, on, and on. For as long as we can remember, art has tested many, if not all, materials and techniques in order to express itself and permeate matter through the passing of time.
Yet, for all this abundance, glass is rarely mentioned. It slips far away from any stretch of our collective imagination, probably a victim of its own quality - being too transparent to be mentioned. And yet, on Murano - a town against the will of nature, upon wooden palisades supporting the life of thousands above the wavy, brackish Venetian lagoon - …
