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Title: In Tangled Copper and Ember Stone
Sometimes I think of Makarska—not sea, not even mountain—but the sharp quiet just before sunset, when everything golden turns red. I was a teenage girl with wild honey-colored hair, too many thoughts, and too little silence between them. I’d sit by the cracked stone wall near my nona’s garden, rehearsing how to speak like others, how to laugh just right, how to belong.
But truth is—I never did. And now I do not try.
This pendant is not perfect. It wasn’t made to impress. It was made to feel honest.
Forged from the bare copper with calloused fingertips and patience only solitude teaches, it carries oval of red jasper—a stone that reminds me of earth left out in sun too long, cracked and full of stories. There is small inclusion within it, something raw and pale, like bone or salt left behind when the tide goes out.
I wrapped it in spirals that don’t follow symmetry or reason, but follow feeling. Like life. Like survival. Like learning how to exist not by being what they want but by being what you must. I suppose that’s the difference between craft and art. One tries to be good. Other—tries to be true.
This one rests soft at collarbone when worn as choker—close enough to feel like whisper, like memory that keeps slipping just out reach. The copper will darken with time, yes. It will hold trace of your skin, your breath, your summers. Just like that girl in Makarska, who wanted so much to be someone—without knowing whom.
I didn’t knew back then that life not a path but a knot.
And only thing you can hope is that you come out other side not too tangled.
🧡🔩🍂
—Rubí Ace
Wire and words from Ballarat
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#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #ballaratfarmersmarket #ballaratmade #BallaratMaker #australianmade #copperjewelry #wirewrappedpendant #redjasper #makerslife #slowcraft #poeticjewelry
Title: In Tangled Copper and Ember Stone
Sometimes I think of Makarska—not sea, not even mountain—but the sharp quiet just before sunset, when everything golden turns red. I was a teenage girl with wild honey-colored hair, too many thoughts, and too little silence between them. I’d sit by the cracked stone wall near my nona’s garden, rehearsing how to speak like others, how to laugh just right, how to belong.
But truth is—I never did. And now I do not try.
This pendant is not perfect. It wasn’t made to impress. It was made to feel honest.
Forged from the bare copper with calloused fingertips and patience only solitude teaches, it carries oval of red jasper—a stone that reminds me of earth left out in sun too long, cracked and full of stories. There is small inclusion within it, something raw and pale, like bone or salt left behind when the tide goes out.
I wrapped it in spirals that don’t follow symmetry or reason, but follow feeling. Like life. Like survival. Like learning how to exist not by being what they want but by being what you must. I suppose that’s the difference between craft and art. One tries to be good. Other—tries to be true.
This one rests soft at collarbone when worn as choker—close enough to feel like whisper, like memory that keeps slipping just out reach. The copper will darken with time, yes. It will hold trace of your skin, your breath, your summers. Just like that girl in Makarska, who wanted so much to be someone—without knowing whom.
I didn’t knew back then that life not a path but a knot.
And only thing you can hope is that you come out other side not too tangled.
🧡🔩🍂
—Rubí Ace
Wire and words from Ballarat
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Tags:
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #ballaratfarmersmarket #ballaratmade #BallaratMaker #australianmade #copperjewelry #wirewrappedpendant #redjasper #makerslife #slowcraft #poeticjewelry