Blue Bottle Tree

Picture of cobalt blue bottle tree representing peace and hope in my life.
This was my first blue bottle tree, posed at the corner of my deck.

Years ago, when I was a little girl, my grandmother had a cobalt blue vase that held magic. I would lie on the floor with the vase over my face, watching the world through a cobalt blue filter. It still has the same effect on me. Sometimes I pick up a blue vase or a wine bottle and watch the world transform. Instant peace right there. It truly is magic.

Many times I would find cobalt glass in my dreams. Broken on the rocks. Hanging in strings of beads flapping in the wind. Always, always, the presence of the glass represented hope. Peace. I have always had cobalt glass, probably to give myself some of that peace whenever life inevitably gave me just the opposite.

When I found myself lost in the mire of a life badly chosen, I looked around at my glass. Peace. And I knew I wanted to use this blue glass to create something. I had seen a blue bottle tree when I was a child and it had always stuck with me. I knew I wanted one.

I bought a wooden post and a bag of concrete from Lowe’s. And some long nails. And began collecting blue bottles. I drank a lot of Riesling. And there used to be this really great Arizona tea that came in wide mouthed bottles. Eventually I filled up the post and arranged the bottles just right. It was done.

My life is better now. I no longer need to seek peace with blue glass over my eyes. But my bottle tree stands as a reminder that peace is right there. Just take a moment and look at the world through a new color.

Picture of cobalt blue bottle tree with sun shining through the glass, next to shrubbery in a back yard garden.
The sun shining through my first blue bottle tree.
Blue bottle tree in my back yard by The Blue Bottle Tree.
This is my second bottle tree, made from the trunk of an old cedar tree.
Blue Bottle Tree by Jim Davis, 2013, painted steel and salvaged glass bottles
Outside my studio window is this blue bottle tree sculpture made by my father, Jim Davis.


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