"Relief" Shop Update Preview, Part II

Early Night Sky. Coral. Sterling silver. Enamel and watercolor on copper.

2 pair of tiny sterling silver bee wings.

Lapis Lazuli and Chrysoprase Fir Tree Earrings. Enamel and watercolor on copper.

Those Singular Kyanite Earrings from yesterday? On.

Carnelian Fir Tree Earrings. Enamel and Watercolor on Copper.

Blood Moon Earrings in Turquoise and Coral

Singular Magic Fir Tree Earring (just one, as the title implies). Carnelian. Coral. Enamel and Watercolor on Copper. Sterling chain.

The Blood Moon Seed Bead Earrings, On.

Cecil the Lion, Tribute Necklace. Prehnite. Brass. Sterling. Feathers for his journey.

The sun always at his back. 

A portion of his proceeds will be donated to a wildlife conservation effort,

just like the engraved bull elephant.

All of these treasures will find their way into the 

Metal Shop

tomorrow at 5 pm Pacific time.

That's Wednesday November 18th at 5 pm.

With all of the love,

Sunny

'Relief' Update, Preview Part I.

Faceted Sodalite (cabbed right here), brass and sterling silver stars, enamel and watercolor on copper moon. 

Singular Magic: Kyanite in fine and sterling silvers. Enamel and watercolor on copper crescent moon.

Singular Magic: Kyanite in fine and sterling silver. Enamel and watercolor on copper skyscape.

Lapis Lazuli rounds in sterling and fine silvers. Brass stars. Enamel and watercolor on copper moon.

Blood Moon Earrings: mother of pearl in fine and sterling silvers. Seed beads on brass. Organic brass hoops. Sterling ear wires.

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These beautiful pieces in all of their intricacy and endless attention to detail. These pieces, made in my studio in all its hot and cold, these are my valentines to our new place in this world and particularly to the evenings and nights we've come to love in such a short time.

Relief. Everything out here feels like relief.

Soothing evenings where the wind whips in from the ocean to wipe the slate clean. This cooling was especially magical in the summer with its fire pit afternoons. 

As I was tucking Orion into bed one night (like every night)  I saw one of the dippers through his window. It was not dim or faint. In its brightness it winked at me and I exclaimed like a child, full of wonder and feeling like I'd half forgotten what stars look like away from a city sky.

Each little crescent or half moon of enameled watercolor was fired at least six-seven times. The process is long and rewarding. I am so grateful and excited to share this with you, these little sketches that stem from gratitude.

They were not made as an exception to challenge,

but as a love letter to the feeling of finding an oasis

after being parched for too long.

I'll be posting these to the 

Metal Shop

along with several other tiny grand fir and sky sketches

on Wednesday the 18th of November at 5 pm Pacific time.

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xoxoxo,

Sunny

If

"If you could go anywhere you wanted to this morning, anywhere that would feel like a total luxury, where would you go?", she asked as we sat with our coffee.

It had become obvious through my mood and words that today was tough and felt a 

little drown-y.

"I woud take a left on Mines Rd instead of just driving into town," I said. 

She tipped her chin down and said, "Let's go!" We got our shoes on and 

turned left.

Music on, head clearing. 

Child with his million thousand questions. 

California unfurling like a blonde curl.

All around us, signs of the incredible drought. A mud-pit where there once was a lake,

docks sticking out into nothingness looking more like empty thrones

than a place to tie a boat.

Oak leaves to collect, words to scatter as only three-year-olds can.

Still, the relief and still the ache.

As much as I want to put the blame on what surely must be hormones

and fatigue I know that the lion's share of what hurts today

is less those things and more the peculiar storms that happen

when someone who completes you 

goes home

Home to their beautiful and challenging life,

leaving you to your own likewise prismatic situation.

It was all enough,

the wedding of the century (oh our beloved bride!!!!),

the clarity of conversation,

the entire length of the country outside the plane windows...

But just as anyone who loves will tell you,

one more day is all we ever want

on an infinite loop

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xoxo,

Sunny