Nothing grows up to heaven, but I see the Silverpipes as thin straws striving upwards. Safe in the wind among the waving silver leaves that form a random pattern on the stem close to the ground. Shimmering colors are achieved by the addition of silver, producing a special effect in the glowing heat. Partly blown in a steaming wooden mould. The clear upper section is drawn freely by hand for as long as the hot glass permits.
Ask us about this product
SE
EN
DE
ES
FR
IT
