In an age of industrialization even humans are turned into machines, cogs in a wheel, only affecting one aspect of a finished product that strives to be uniform.
As humans do we not owe it to ourselves to express our thoughts? Perhaps it's the same thought: I love..., I want to attain..., I was...
Is it perverse to fully see through a product from beginning to end? To take to make and then to place it on your palm?
Walk with me, see with me, wish with me...
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Princess brooch
Today I just completed a piece. Pink rose quartz with a very lovely unusual bezel and a tiny green peridot drop. I am so happy to see it in reality from tumbled pebbles and slices of stone.
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