Metaphors for creations of all kinds overlap easily in Powell's luminous universes where the glass medium itself becomes a metaphorical expression of the fragility of creation and the insubstantiality of his artistic quest. It is not, however, the symbols of creation that preoccupy Powell but the intense singularity of creation itself. His attraction to glass is ultimately linked to a conception of creation that depends upon fire as the catalyst. Each new vessel for him is an attempt to physically re-enact the primordial moment of creation through the transmutative power of fire. If all that changes slowly may be explained by life, all that changes quickly is explained by Fire.
Fire is the ultra-living element.
Among all living phenomena, it is really the only one to which there can be so definitely attributed the opposing values of good and evil. It shines in Paradise. It is well-being and it is respect. It is a tutelary and terrible divinity, both good and bad. A self-proclaimed pyromaniac, Powell wields fire at the end of his blowpipe with the same intensity and spiritual knowledge as a shaman performing a sacred ritual.