And also from the seed series,
a bird seed!
[100% sterling construction, 14 karat gold, enameled seed constructed by me and fired by me in my kiln:::i love being able to say that something is 100% handcrafted by me]
This little enameled seed managed to grow a delicate vine and then a patchwork bird with a golden wingtip.
Today I set out to continue work on the seed series and a magnificent whim or two carried me in beautiful new directions. One result is this necklace. The other results are half finished on my studio workbench.
One of the best things about my job is for the most part, I always feel free to follow those whims. They can be trusted in and they nearly always lead me into delightful new territory where the sun shines just so and the dapples on the forest floor light up the shadowed spaces with a kind of persuasion that falls outside the wavy boundaries of my naturalist vocabulary. Of course, I add the knew knowledge to the fecund foundations of my right lobe, I sketch a quick mental picture in my bulging hippocampus and if I’m especially moved, I translate the experience into metal.
I suppose that’s the point of all of this.
Translating.
I want to break those experiences down and share the vocabulary I’ve collected.
If I do the job well, there will be an organic verve to the finished product. You’ll be able to tell I gleaned the concept from the cheat grasses, the underside of rocks, the sound of birds on the wing. And then, if the translation pricks something in your heart and mind and soul, you’ll claim it as your own and carry that translation around on your body. You’ll interact with me in this way. You’ll take something that is mine and adopt it as your own. And some day when you give that piece of us to a daughter or niece or sister or friend, she’ll carry us both and the translation and definition of a design inspired by the natural world.
Piece of me.
You.
The world around us.
Emotions, lessons, frail beauty, strong winds: tethered tight to constructions of metal and stone.
Art is tremendously interesting, in this way.
In fact, I’m fascinated by the thought of how connected I am to you because of what parts of me you carry with you. Do you ever think of that? I do. When I’m swinging a hammer I can’t help but wonder who will carry the newest piece of me and how the experience will translate when carried by someone new.
These are all seeds.
I’m glad to watch them grow.
xx