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"The Patience of Copper, The Memory of Stone"
There are days when I sit before my coils of copper and feel as though I am having a conversation with time itself. The stone you see—an oval of green and blue agate, lined like a memory layered in sediment—sat untouched on my workbench for months. Not for lack of inspiration, but because it refused to speak until I learned to listen properly.
In the late hours of quiet Ballarat evenings, with only the sound of wind pressing itself against the windows, I began to wrap it—not to cage, but to frame. Each loop of copper, warm and yielding under tension, answered the stone’s long silence with a kind of gentle defiance. It was not a battle, but a courtship. One must approach a stone not with conquest in mind, but with reverence for the age it carries and the stories it would tell, if only it had a tongue.
This pendant is the result—not perfect, but honest. A form shaped not only by my hands but by my flaws, and the patience required to understand them. It is made for a wearer who does not need shine to feel seen, nor noise to be noticed. Someone who walks as if they carry their own weather.
When I wear or create such a piece, I do not feel adorned—I feel accompanied.
The copper will darken over time, like the thoughts of a man who has lived through much and speaks less. The stone will hold its brightness, as stubborn as a hope one cannot quite extinguish. Together, they are like two parts of the same longing: one mutable, one eternal.
I suppose that is the dream for many of us. Not to dazzle, but to endure. Not to impress, but to resonate.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan
#wirewrappedjewelry #agatependant #copperart #australianmade #wearablepoetry
(And yes, I knowed the moment it was finished—though in truth, nothing is ever fully done. Only left behind, like a letter never sent.)
What story would you carry in stone?
"The Patience of Copper, The Memory of Stone"
There are days when I sit before my coils of copper and feel as though I am having a conversation with time itself. The stone you see—an oval of green and blue agate, lined like a memory layered in sediment—sat untouched on my workbench for months. Not for lack of inspiration, but because it refused to speak until I learned to listen properly.
In the late hours of quiet Ballarat evenings, with only the sound of wind pressing itself against the windows, I began to wrap it—not to cage, but to frame. Each loop of copper, warm and yielding under tension, answered the stone’s long silence with a kind of gentle defiance. It was not a battle, but a courtship. One must approach a stone not with conquest in mind, but with reverence for the age it carries and the stories it would tell, if only it had a tongue.
This pendant is the result—not perfect, but honest. A form shaped not only by my hands but by my flaws, and the patience required to understand them. It is made for a wearer who does not need shine to feel seen, nor noise to be noticed. Someone who walks as if they carry their own weather.
When I wear or create such a piece, I do not feel adorned—I feel accompanied.
The copper will darken over time, like the thoughts of a man who has lived through much and speaks less. The stone will hold its brightness, as stubborn as a hope one cannot quite extinguish. Together, they are like two parts of the same longing: one mutable, one eternal.
I suppose that is the dream for many of us. Not to dazzle, but to endure. Not to impress, but to resonate.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan
#wirewrappedjewelry #agatependant #copperart #australianmade #wearablepoetry
(And yes, I knowed the moment it was finished—though in truth, nothing is ever fully done. Only left behind, like a letter never sent.)
What story would you carry in stone?