[Sterling, pearl, Kingman turquoise, half an egg shell (located on the shore of Gray’s Lake, Idaho whilst recording the trumpeting of sandhill cranes with Lang), resin, lichen and vintage paper.]
Oh.
Well.
You know.
This little ditty came from all sorts of places.
Some dark. Some light.
Which is essentially the sum of life.
The most beautiful part of this necklace is the egg shell I’ve bezel set. It’s been back filled with resin, neon green lichen and vintage paper that says “the truth” — just for the non-heck of it — I’d love to tell you all about it but it’s locked up in the center of my chest for the moment.
I’ve been secretly doing a few things with eggs lately. I might show you the byproducts some day. In the meanwhile, someone please come by for a basketful of farm fresh eggs — the ladies are laying double overtime!
I’ve been secretly doing a few things with eggs lately. I might show you the byproducts some day. In the meanwhile, someone please come by for a basketful of farm fresh eggs — the ladies are laying double overtime!
Cluck cluck,
J