I spent last winter in Vienna's Naturhistorisches Museum, turning the pages of Max Bauer's Edelsteinkunde. Its chromolithographic plates present polished tourmaline cross-sections with a gravity closer to devotional painting than to scientific illustration.
The watermelon tourmaline slice is the plate that stopped me. A manganese-pink rubellite core, ringed by a chromium-iron green verdelite rind, laid flat on black velvet. The velvet absorbs incident light and throws the crystal's internal colour forward, so that the pink seems to glow from within.
The Chromist's Discipline
Chromolithography in the 1890s was a theatre of restraint. A single plate could require twelve to eighteen stone impressions — each one a separate colour, each one registered by hand. For a slice of elbaite tourmaline, the chromist had to decide: do I print the green rind first and overprint the pink, or the other way around?