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“The Sea I Carried With Me”
When I wind copper around a stone, it is not merely to hold it still, but to let it breathe within the form. This imperial jasper, with its oceanic blues and pale veins, felt to me like a fragment torn from Adriatic itself, shard of memory disguised as mineral. The wire I guided around it is not perfect—it twists, insists, resists—but then so does memory.
When I was a girl in Makarska, with long messy wild honey hair that made me seem untamed, I never fit among the children who seemed to belong to the earth more than I. The sea was my companion, the pine cones my beads, the waves my secret choir. And then came war, organized by those who had no reverence for human life—my childhood cracked like stone under hammer. I left, but scent of pine and heavy salt wind, they followed. Sometimes, walking near Lake Wendouree here in Ballarat, as darkness sets and reflections quiver on water, I am transported back. It is not the same sea, no—but it whispers enough.
This pendant I made in the quiet after market, copper and stone clasped together, is born of those whispers. It is a small attempt to reconcile the irreconcilable, to give form to longing that does not ease. Whoever wears it, I imagine, carries a fragment of sea and storm, of exile and return. It is not precious in the sense of gold, but in weight of memory, in gravity of hands that formed it.
I never claim my work to be masterpiece. It is simply piece of me—storm-battered, longing, always searching for shore.
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“The Sea I Carried With Me”
When I wind copper around a stone, it is not merely to hold it still, but to let it breathe within the form. This imperial jasper, with its oceanic blues and pale veins, felt to me like a fragment torn from Adriatic itself, shard of memory disguised as mineral. The wire I guided around it is not perfect—it twists, insists, resists—but then so does memory.
When I was a girl in Makarska, with long messy wild honey hair that made me seem untamed, I never fit among the children who seemed to belong to the earth more than I. The sea was my companion, the pine cones my beads, the waves my secret choir. And then came war, organized by those who had no reverence for human life—my childhood cracked like stone under hammer. I left, but scent of pine and heavy salt wind, they followed. Sometimes, walking near Lake Wendouree here in Ballarat, as darkness sets and reflections quiver on water, I am transported back. It is not the same sea, no—but it whispers enough.
This pendant I made in the quiet after market, copper and stone clasped together, is born of those whispers. It is a small attempt to reconcile the irreconcilable, to give form to longing that does not ease. Whoever wears it, I imagine, carries a fragment of sea and storm, of exile and return. It is not precious in the sense of gold, but in weight of memory, in gravity of hands that formed it.
I never claim my work to be masterpiece. It is simply piece of me—storm-battered, longing, always searching for shore.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #ballaratfarmersmarket #ballaratmade #BallaratMaker #australianmade
#copperjewelry #wirewrappedjewelry #handmadeaustralia #slowmade #makersofinstagram #jewelryartist #frommyhands
#poetryinmetal #memoryinstone #fragmentsofthesea #quietcraft #artasexile #beautyinmaking