Bubble Pop

A LONG time ago, in a town not so far away, I remember sitting on the grass and blowing bubbles. I would take a deep breath in, then steadily and slowly let the air escape. My air, my breath contained in each one of those bubbles, some big, some small but all had my essence. I would watch them float up into the sky, dancing with the wind. Then, when they were ready, sometimes in the air with nothing around it, they would pop, and my breath became air again. This technique uses bubbles in glaze, and leaving an imprint of a breath on the piece.