The weight of evening
I began this year thinking less about outcomes and more about what endures, sunrises and sunsets that do not pass through sky, but through chest, kind that arrive quietly and leave something altered behind them.Some moments are gentle and forgetable, whilst others descend slowly, viscous as honey, seeping into soul until it grows heavy with […]
On Stillness and the weight of quiet things
It used to be a better world or perhaps only a smaller one. Webbed. Coherent. Things held together without needing to explain themselves.I think of that often as I work.This pendant came into being slowly, way thoughts once did. A pale howlite stone, veined like memory itself, held in copper that has been bent, resisted, […]
The Unkempt Garden
I wrapped this pendant the way I remember gardens before they were corrected, and meticulously perfect. The chrysoprase is softly green, not polished into perfection but held as it is, clouded, uneven, carrying its own quiet weather inside. It rests in copper that has been bent, tightened, and coaxed by hand, not forced. The small […]
Geometry of a Purple Drop
I weave copper in way philosophers weave paradox, not to solve it, but to hold it in a form hands can understand. Wrire does not obey imediately. It argues, it hardens, it tests sincerity of intention. Only when time replaces force does it soften into shape.Amethyst I set was once held in the Botanical Gardens, […]