The necklaces I have to show you today are a result of the last week of my thoughts and prayers.
They are a more definite, less fluid design than I am used to making and the beauty in that newness is that they reflect my current state of mind.
Because we change, our art changes, too.
Lately I have felt more fierce, less delicate.
Dripping with the water of a new land, I am learning a new language, foraging for sustenance after what felt like a great fire swept through my life.
I don't have a branch to offer in this in between place: I have war paint under my eyes and I am watching the forest waiting for movement, anticipating things that aren't sweet to pass before me on their way to survival and growth.
The pieces I made are thumbprints of this experience: pieces that one might pass before a mighty door to be granted entrance.
They are a language, they speak of identity and clarity. They cannot pass themselves off as anonymous, they cannot feebly attempt to destroy things:
these pieces are keys, they are courage.
I can practically hear their heartbeats.
Of the two, the larger contains a Koroit Boulder Opal with rainbow pinfire: my camera was aching to show you:
The best way to see the colors? Click on the pictures: I guarantee you will be thrilled by the sparkle that lies just beneath the surface.
Both pieces will be in the Metal Shop this evening, along with something both vintage and new, sweet and rugged.
I am currently going to go drink some African Cream tea and come back to this small town, this gentle life after a week in the wilds of the in-between.