Eight bottles. One sky is yours.

Bottled weather

The idea is old and a little childish, in the best way: that a day has a sky, and a sky can be kept in glass. The eight bottles on this shelf hold eight registers a day can run in — first light, clear noon, low fog, long rain, high wind, gold dusk, deep night, snow light. None is better than another. Fog is not a failure of noon, and night is not a broken morning; they are different weathers, and each one asks the day for something different.

The frost is the point of the ritual. Because you cannot see the colors, you cannot choose the sky you think you should have; your hand simply goes where it goes. The shelf is shuffled fresh on every visit and re-mists at midnight, so today's pull belongs to today only. Tomorrow the glass clouds over and the weather is new — which is, if you think about it, exactly how days work.