In the process of hand-blown glass production I wait for the moment in which the hollow ball of glass has approximately the size of a human head. I stop the process at this point in order to impress two eyes into the glowing body of glass using a tool I have created myself.

The glass rod is broken off the blow pipe and cut off at the bottom.

The fragile, merely intuited faces rest on a bed of colorful items of clothing on wooden consoles.