crags of blue glaciers
the glint of spears in the pale white
winter berries mellowed in the forest
she has that far away look in her eyes that others cannot comprehend
she sings her solitary songs to the sea
I often dream of the frozen north, ice bears, caribou, the wild tundra, I hope to go there someday. In college my best friend studied ethnobotany at the University of Alaska and she would send me missives from the dark, writing of the incandescence of the aurora borealis reflected in her eyes, and the deep ache of the cold that would settle in her jaw.
I composed these earrings with a definite sketch of the north in my mind, the ancient bones of beasts trapped in the snow, the subdued colors of berries in the forest, rough salvaged adornment. Beauty in the raw, musical winter mobiles.
rough blue kyanite shards
vintage clay pottery
bone spacers and rondelles
textured metal spears
faceted violet czechs
tiny wood bead
matte blueberry and gooseberry czechs
cranberry and blackberry artisan headpins
Length of these earrings is 4.5 inches from the top of the copper shepherd's hook earwires to the bottom of the drape.
If you are new to my work please note that I deliberately seek out and incorporate elements that are raw, textural, and organic. What others view as imperfect flaws and blemishes in materials, I see only as variations that contain a special otherness.
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handcrafted with love