Anton Bodor

@bodorglass.bsky.social

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A journey into borosilicate glass spheres (marbles) Please join me in my explorations of pattern and design on the existential shape of our existence. www.bodorglass.com Instagram.com/bodorglass

A black and white contemporary art glass marble by Anton bodor and Alex (credoglass) spins on a table. With magical depth and milli rings and opals inside.
A vortex spins, a glove of love, Whispered from the stars above. Electric neon, a cosmic hue, It pulls you in, it swallows you. Spiraling deep, the colors hum, A void where light and shadows drum. The depths unfold, a boundless scroll, You’re lost within its radiant hole.
Picture of a contemporary art glass marble on ancient dead redwood tree base covered in moss.
Phaser’s a marvel, a marble of glass, A swirl of the cosmos, a trail made of jazz. It spins through the ether, light-speed it roams, a psychotropic traveler far from its home. The black hole is singing, a siren’s delight, a magical portal consuming the night. Its gravity pulses, a rhythm so strange, A mystical dance on the universe’s range. Phaser accelerates, its colors collide, bursting with wonder, it cannot hide. With one final shimmer, it leaps to the void, a psychedelic comet, forever employed.
Hodoken burns in a glassy haze, A bloom of petals in fiery phase. Eightfold symmetry, colors collide, A molten sun where secrets hide. A gas-born planet sways in its glow, Orbiting slow through the ebb and flow. Its skies are whispers, its winds a song, While Hodoken hums, bright and strong. Abstract fire, a crafted dream, A marble sun in a gaseous stream. A thousand tales in its fiery grin, Hodoken spins, let the jam begin.
Dripfield rolls through the velvet sky, White and bronze with an electric sigh. Thirteen moons in a scattered dance, Each one calling, a cosmic chance. On the first, it left a spark of glow, A piece of warmth in the lunar flow. The second drank its molten hue, A shimmer bright, a fiery dew. Each moon it touched, a gift it gave, A slice of soul, a radiant wave. Deep in the stone, its essence stayed, A trail of itself, softly laid. The By the thirteenth moon, it shimmered thin, Hollowed out, yet full within. Dripfield spins through the endless deep, Its story carved where the moons now sleep.
A marble rolls, three friends inside, Spinning out where the stars collide. Through cosmic waves, they laugh and steer, A tiny world in a glass frontier. They crash into a glowing breeze, A tropical planet with neon seas. Five mushrooms rise, their caps aglow, Where smoking caterpillars blow. Palm trees hum with electric light, Colors dance through the endless night. “Take a ride,” the creatures sing, “Feel the pulse of everything.” The marble spins, the laughter flows, Through the depths where the universe grows. Three friends bound in a radiant swirl, Exploring the edges of a psychedelic world.
Blue, pink, and white, a vortex spun, Ethers Edge, a journey begun. Three suns blaze, a chromatic scene, on a planet where dreams intertwine. Through canyons of jade, and rivers of fire, he rolled, a soul set on cosmic pyre. Crystaline beings, with eyes like the night, welcomed him in with a shimmering light. They danced with the shadows, a gravity-less sway, music of spheres, in a hypnotic array. Ethers Edge, spinning, a kaleidoscope's heart, lost in the rhythm, a brand new start. No destination, just the flow, a cosmic dance, where the strange winds blow. Three suns above, a psychedelic hue, Ethers Edge dreaming, forever anew.