Eric Hilton, and...paniiiccccc!

I've long thought that I don't covet art. That is, I love seeing it, but don't feel the need to own it. I'm happy knowing that, say, da Vinci's, or Dali's, or Escher's works simply exist somewhere in the world. I don't actually need to have them in my possession.

Until today. I came across a photo of Eric Hilton's insanely beautiful 1975 glass sculpture Innerland in a library book this afternoon and I'm in love. I could sit and stare at this thing for hours, and if I had the spare cash (in 1980 it was priced at a quarter-mil, no telling what it's worth now), I'd do just that.

I'm bummed that there are no photos of it online (nor can I find any info about its dimensions). This photo of Hilton's new sculpture Infinite Journey gives a bit of an idea, but imagine it with four times as many cubes, each intriciately sandblasted and/or engraved and/or filled with carefully-controlled bubbles, laid out in one big square, and you'll have some idea.

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Con panic!

Half a day until I leave for Michigan. My new cloak has no clasp, my tins aren't finished, we're revisiting last year's door decoration...Aaaghh! At least I'm halfway packed.

Eric Hilton, and...paniiiccccc!

I've long thought that I don't covet art. That is, I love seeing it, but don't feel the need to own it. I'm happy knowing that, say, da Vinci's, or Dali's, or Escher's works simply exist somewhere in the world. I don't actually need to have them in my possession.

Until today. I came across a photo of Eric Hilton's insanely beautiful 1975 glass sculpture Innerland in a library book this afternoon and I'm in love. I could sit and stare at this thing for hours, and if I had the spare cash (in 1980 it was priced at a quarter-mil, no telling what it's worth now), I'd do just that.

I'm bummed that there are no photos of it online (nor can I find any info about its dimensions). This photo of Hilton's new sculpture Infinite Journey gives a bit of an idea, but imagine it with four times as many cubes, each intriciately sandblasted and/or engraved and/or filled with carefully-controlled bubbles, laid out in one big square, and you'll have some idea.

* * *

Con panic!

Half a day until I leave for Michigan. My new cloak has no clasp, my tins aren't finished, we're revisiting last year's door decoration...Aaaghh! At least I'm halfway packed.