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...
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Happy 10-10-10!
Here is "Princess", a rose quartz cabuchon with a peridot drop both I handcut at the workshop. It took me a bit to get the shot right. The rose quartz is a real delicate blush pink.
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