Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Title: The Leaf and the Flame
In my hands, the copper always fights me a little at first—resisting, twisting with a will of its own. And yet, when the labradorite caught the afternoon sun and spilled that haunting flame-blue across my worktable, I knew I had to give it frame worthy of its wild soul.
So I wrapped it in curves—tight spirals and sweeping arcs, not unlike swirling leaves I remember from childhood, when I would stomp through the chestnut park near my grandmother’s flat in Belgrade. The leaves then, they were bronze, amber, and fleeting crimson, crunching underfoot like laughter. I used to jump into heaps of them, throwing them skyward, hoping time would slow long enough to catch one midair and keep it.
This piece carries that same wish. That same little rebellion against time.
At top, I set the sculpted glass leaf—blown in a delicate blaze of aurora hues, a whisper of iridescence that catches the light just so. It is not merely decoration. It is memory. It is breath. It is the moment between what is said and what is felt.
Crafting this pendant took patience, of course, and that peculiar kind of listening—where your fingers must hear what your eyes cannot. I wanted the wearer to feel something old and rooted, yet bright with movement, as if they were holding a small, rebellious piece of sky that refused to be still.
Not everything we carry must be useful. Some things we carry because they remind us we are alive.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #copperjewelry #wirewrappedpendant #labradoritejewelry #handmadejewelry #oneofakindjewelry #opalglass #australianartist
(I know it is not perfect—one part of wire I wraped three times before it agreed to stay. But life, too, does not always obey rules of symmetry.)
Let this sit against your skin like a question, like a poem unfinished.
–Rubiace
(artist, walker of leaf-littered memories, maker of things that quietly burn)
PS: if you ever find yourself walking through dry leaves, don't just walk—jump. Throw them. Make them fly. You will not regret, never.
Title: The Leaf and the Flame
In my hands, the copper always fights me a little at first—resisting, twisting with a will of its own. And yet, when the labradorite caught the afternoon sun and spilled that haunting flame-blue across my worktable, I knew I had to give it frame worthy of its wild soul.
So I wrapped it in curves—tight spirals and sweeping arcs, not unlike swirling leaves I remember from childhood, when I would stomp through the chestnut park near my grandmother’s flat in Belgrade. The leaves then, they were bronze, amber, and fleeting crimson, crunching underfoot like laughter. I used to jump into heaps of them, throwing them skyward, hoping time would slow long enough to catch one midair and keep it.
This piece carries that same wish. That same little rebellion against time.
At top, I set the sculpted glass leaf—blown in a delicate blaze of aurora hues, a whisper of iridescence that catches the light just so. It is not merely decoration. It is memory. It is breath. It is the moment between what is said and what is felt.
Crafting this pendant took patience, of course, and that peculiar kind of listening—where your fingers must hear what your eyes cannot. I wanted the wearer to feel something old and rooted, yet bright with movement, as if they were holding a small, rebellious piece of sky that refused to be still.
Not everything we carry must be useful. Some things we carry because they remind us we are alive.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #copperjewelry #wirewrappedpendant #labradoritejewelry #handmadejewelry #oneofakindjewelry #opalglass #australianartist
(I know it is not perfect—one part of wire I wraped three times before it agreed to stay. But life, too, does not always obey rules of symmetry.)
Let this sit against your skin like a question, like a poem unfinished.
–Rubiace
(artist, walker of leaf-littered memories, maker of things that quietly burn)
PS: if you ever find yourself walking through dry leaves, don't just walk—jump. Throw them. Make them fly. You will not regret, never.