1″ x 1.5″, found objects
Does it count as a blue sky when there are storm clouds in the distance? The skies have cleared and clouded, cleared and clouded all week, and it’s reminding me to enjoy the moments of blue. This beautiful piece of raku-fired clay has the kind of misty, humid, gray blue that I’ve been seeing all week, and from a distance, the cracks look like hills.
1″ x 1″, dichroic glass and metal
It’s been a tough week for the people around me. There have been losses, surgeries, anxious waiting, and sad news. And I’ve been down with a cold, without the energy to check in and help in all the ways I’d like. There’s also been healing, a lot of baking, and some days of sunshine. This pendant includes a bit of everything too. Some rough surfaces, some bumpy paths, but also a shine and a few paths through the chaos.
2″ x .5″, found objects
Last weekend I was at Snow Farm and the ground was speckled with holes. Snakes? Chipmunks? I know they both live there, but I didn’t get a glimpse of anything coming up and out while I walked by. The holes on these little pieces of motors begged for something to peek out, so here’s a chipmunk path pendant for you to enjoy.
1″ x 1.5″, found objects
I’m designing a project for a local organization, and we had to decide whether to make two panels that mirror each other or two different designs. I always lean toward symmetry. But I like the symmetry of the handmade, the repetition that’s not a perfect copy, a sister but not a twin. In this pendant, like in all handmade objects, there’s an imperfection and a balance that sing together.
1″ diameter, found objects
Some things never change. Like the fact that I like to collect tiny things and keep them. I might not call them collections anymore, but I call them “art supplies”. These bits of tile in the center of the pendant are pieces of tile that had been tossed and smoothed by the ocean in Uruguay. I collected them when I was 4, and here they are, finding a second or third life. I was thinking about change and childhood because this weekend will be my daughter’s bat mitzvah, when she’ll become, according to Jewish tradition, an adult. I’m so curious to see what will stay the same and what will change as she grows.