A bottle tree.If you have lived in the South, you have seen them; they are not built for the North, and are found there only rarely. Too delicate. They cannot flourish where cold shatters. The climate there is not right - they are a Southern species.
Colored-glass containers, not recycled, trashed, nor broken, but instead placed carefully on wire branches, becoming a part of something new. Bottle trees are striking, but not beautiful; awkward and unnatural, but somehow arresting.
What lives in a bottle tree?
What secrets might these containers contain?
Who emptied them?
What stories now fill them?
On top of multiple other projects, I keep thinking of a legend, a story that will fall from these glass and metal branches... Bottle Tree: A Fairy Tale.
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it is always the next project that beckons...
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