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"Memory Woven in Copper"
There is a certain stubborn poetry in copper—how it resists, yet yields, only when coaxed with patient hands. This pendant, cradling polished cabochon of strawberry quartz, came to life not from a sketch but from a sensation—a remembering. The kind of remembering that strikes like scent on wind or the rhythm of old song in the ribs.
As I worked this piece, the scent of salt and pine rose from memory: I was again a small child on the Dalmatian coast, knees sunburnt, fingers sticky with strawberry juice, devouring the fruit from a woven basket that was far too big for my frame. The sea then was oil-smooth, silent but for the rattling chorus of cikads, and time did not tick—it throbbed, heavy with light. That was happiness in its unspoken form.
The stone in this piece—deep rose, with flecks of moss and shadows—reminds me of that day. A sweetness not rough, not wild, but smoothed by time and touch, like memory itself. The copper, coaxed into swirls and spirals, cradles it like the way wind wraps round a body: not seen, but felt, barely there, like a whisper at the edge of a dream—because even the quietest things carry weight.
Crafting this, my fingers ached, the wire bit, and yet—like all worthwhile things—it held its own logic. The pendant is not grand, no—it is honest. It is the kind of thing you wear when you do not want to speak, but want to be known.
It is not meant to dazzle, it meant to resonate.
If you press your thumb to the back of the stone, you might feel that memory of warm Adriatic sun, of strawberries too ripe, of sea-glimmer and pine-shade. You might hear the ghosts of cikads in its silence.
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"Memory Woven in Copper"
There is a certain stubborn poetry in copper—how it resists, yet yields, only when coaxed with patient hands. This pendant, cradling polished cabochon of strawberry quartz, came to life not from a sketch but from a sensation—a remembering. The kind of remembering that strikes like scent on wind or the rhythm of old song in the ribs.
As I worked this piece, the scent of salt and pine rose from memory: I was again a small child on the Dalmatian coast, knees sunburnt, fingers sticky with strawberry juice, devouring the fruit from a woven basket that was far too big for my frame. The sea then was oil-smooth, silent but for the rattling chorus of cikads, and time did not tick—it throbbed, heavy with light. That was happiness in its unspoken form.
The stone in this piece—deep rose, with flecks of moss and shadows—reminds me of that day. A sweetness not rough, not wild, but smoothed by time and touch, like memory itself. The copper, coaxed into swirls and spirals, cradles it like the way wind wraps round a body: not seen, but felt, barely there, like a whisper at the edge of a dream—because even the quietest things carry weight.
Crafting this, my fingers ached, the wire bit, and yet—like all worthwhile things—it held its own logic. The pendant is not grand, no—it is honest. It is the kind of thing you wear when you do not want to speak, but want to be known.
It is not meant to dazzle, it meant to resonate.
If you press your thumb to the back of the stone, you might feel that memory of warm Adriatic sun, of strawberries too ripe, of sea-glimmer and pine-shade. You might hear the ghosts of cikads in its silence.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan
#copperjewelry #wirewrappedpendant #handmadewithlove #australianartist #coastalmemory #poetryinjewelry