Thursday, March 22, 2012

Four A Month: March

Eyelet Lace Collection, Sterling Silver and White Jade
This month I focused on textiles. I knew I wanted to incorporate lace and after a few failed attempts to incorporate the real thing I decided to get more abstract.  I'm pretty happy with this collection based on eyelet lace and would like to explore it further. I find the necklace to be the most effective piece due to the repetition in the chain and the white of the Jade cab. Let me know what you think in the comments!
For more info on each of these pieces you can find them in my Etsy shop.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Etsy Metal Charm Swap 9: All done!

Yay! I completed my charms today! I veered from the original plan just a bit and let the stripes go every which way based on a suggestion from a fellow swapper... I'm not gunna lie though, trying to get those lines straight on 22 charms was TEDIOUS. I was more than happy to let them do their own thing.

All that's left now is to get them packaged up and shipped off. And then the waiting begins. I can't wait to receive the whole collection! For the latest update on the Etsy Metal Charm Swap 9 check out the EM blog!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The Passage, by Justin Cronin

This month the Etsy Metal book club is finishing up and creating pieces based on Justin Cronin's "The Passage".

My ring is for Cronin's character Sara. As I was reading the book I wasn't aware of what an impact her character was making on me, but when I think back on the story now, I think about Sara a good deal. This ring is meant to be a sort of reminder that although her reality is one of monsters and teeth, fear and survival, there is still room to hope for more, just as she did as a child.

The passage that inspired my piece:
Teacher sealed the door behind them. A curious and premature pause; Sara had expected more. Where was she going? she asked Teacher. Would it be a long journey? Was someone coming for her? How long was she to wait here, in this room? But Teacher seamed not to hear these questions. She crouched before her, positioning her large, soft face close to Sara's. Little Sara, she asked, what do you suppose is out there, outside this building, beyond the rooms where you live? And what of the men you sometimes see, the ones who come and go at night, watching over you? Teacher was smiling, but there was something different about this smile, thought Sara, something that made her afraid. She didn't want to answer, but Teacher was looking straight at her, her face expectant. Sara thought of her mother's eyes, the night she asked her where she slept. A castle? she said, for in her sudden nervousness that was the only thing she could think of. A castle, with a moat? A castle, Teacher said. I see. And what else little Sara? The smile was suddenly gone. I don't know, said Sara. Well, Teacher said, and cleared her throat. It's not a castle.