[sterling silver, 23 karat gold, lapis lazuli, quartz and vintage angel skin coral branch]
This one really fizzes. It is:
deep delving return to self
wild and leaping
serene cascades of light
moonlight through trees
the spirit of wild animals
the innocence of wild animals
the savage nature of wild animals
scraping free of a hundred razor sharp heart moraines — piled high with the tailings of the violent shifts of dirty ices
the suddenness of knowing just what I am and where I am going
understanding who I have been
forgiveness (of self and others)
and always redemption
It’s a lot of other things too, but you’re a smart bunch and I don’t think I always need to spell everything out for you, plain as day. Part of the way you receive and comprehend the beauty of this world is rooted in creativity and imagination! That’s what makes pairing art with a human so special. Your bold interpretation welded to my personal experience and voice…your YOU melded with my ME…well…that’s magic and that’s what it is all about.
I had a good and thoughtful time making this piece. It’s been a while since I’ve created one of my large, narrative neckpieces. To return to an avenue of design that has always been a part of my work with metal felt like a little miracle these past few days. I can remember why I stepped away from it. I had my wings torn from my back, again and again. I’ll never forget why I have returned to it now. Never.
It’s all so true. Really.
Each day of my life is laced up tight with tiny failures and small victories. At the end of everything, when it all draws to a close, I hope the scale tips in the direction of victory and grace, for always.
I realize everything I have typed out here is wandering and perhaps even slightly cryptic. It’s not my goal to sound pretentiously mysterious in any way. Some things are so sensitive and delicate that they need sheltering and tenderness or they won’t make it through to the strength and power of full fruition.
Here’s the thing: In this work, there’s always time to start again. And again. I come around in wide arcs, I orbit that steady center, hear the still small voice and kneel down by the burning bush. I lose my way, ask for directions, struggle up hill, coast into valleys…and all the while I get a firmer grip on the very definition of humility.
I know you probably know just what I mean.
Thanks for being here today.