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"A Small Rebellion in Copper and Stone"
In the soft hush of early morning, as last stars relinquish their hold on the sky and the earth turns quietly beneath our feet, I found myself cradling this peculiar fragment of rhodonite — not yet a pendant, not yet anything more than a whisper of potential. It reminded me of old Russian tale, something half-forgotten, where beauty hides in the roughest corners of reality, daring you to look again.
I wrapped it in copper, not to contain it, but to give it a frame through which it might speak. The coils, the curves — they are not perfect. I make no effort to hide the tension of my hand or the slight defiance of the metal. Each twist is a dialog between resistance and surrender, like the way we humans love: awkwardly, sincerely, and sometimes against our better judgment.
The stone itself wears its contrasts with grace — blushing pinks beside the brooding greens, like hope seated beside weariness. It feels alive, like it’s remembering something I’ll never quite understand. That, perhaps, is the beauty of it — not what it tells you, but what it quietly allows you to feel.
This piece is not made for grand entrances or glittering parties. It is for the one who listens to wind in old trees, who lingers over worn pages, who knows the weight of silence. It rests cool and solid against the skin, a reminder that even the fractured and the unfinished can be beautiful companions.
Crafted here in Ballarat, where the earth still hums with stories beneath our streets and skies, this pendant carries a little of that old soul with it. Not magic — but memory.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #copperjewelry #wirewrappedpendant #rhodonite #slowmade #handcraftedwithlove #poeticcraftsmanship
If you’ve ever fallen in love with something not because it was flawless, but because it was true — you’ll understand why I made this.
"A Small Rebellion in Copper and Stone"
In the soft hush of early morning, as last stars relinquish their hold on the sky and the earth turns quietly beneath our feet, I found myself cradling this peculiar fragment of rhodonite — not yet a pendant, not yet anything more than a whisper of potential. It reminded me of old Russian tale, something half-forgotten, where beauty hides in the roughest corners of reality, daring you to look again.
I wrapped it in copper, not to contain it, but to give it a frame through which it might speak. The coils, the curves — they are not perfect. I make no effort to hide the tension of my hand or the slight defiance of the metal. Each twist is a dialog between resistance and surrender, like the way we humans love: awkwardly, sincerely, and sometimes against our better judgment.
The stone itself wears its contrasts with grace — blushing pinks beside the brooding greens, like hope seated beside weariness. It feels alive, like it’s remembering something I’ll never quite understand. That, perhaps, is the beauty of it — not what it tells you, but what it quietly allows you to feel.
This piece is not made for grand entrances or glittering parties. It is for the one who listens to wind in old trees, who lingers over worn pages, who knows the weight of silence. It rests cool and solid against the skin, a reminder that even the fractured and the unfinished can be beautiful companions.
Crafted here in Ballarat, where the earth still hums with stories beneath our streets and skies, this pendant carries a little of that old soul with it. Not magic — but memory.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #copperjewelry #wirewrappedpendant #rhodonite #slowmade #handcraftedwithlove #poeticcraftsmanship
If you’ve ever fallen in love with something not because it was flawless, but because it was true — you’ll understand why I made this.