Deep beneath coastal Downtown California, the lights are on all night and the torch flares brightly.
At The Torch
Not a mystery, really. It's just rods of melted
sand, a few tools Oh, yeah, and about five
thousand years of |
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At
the moment when the consistency of the glass is just so, we grab our tools and work our magic. |
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Pinching, tweezing, pulling, massaging - it's a sort of spa for glass. |
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All of our work is kiln annealed overnight for maximum stress elimination. (Wow, don't we wish we could get that stress-relieved.......?) |