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Title: Honey in the Sea, Fire in the Stone
As I wrapped this pendant, fingers aching just slightly from the weight of copper and care, I remembered something not from a book, but from a shoreline.
When I was a wild-haired girl with messy honey-colored hair, I would sit alone on the pebbled white stones of Makarska beach, observing the sun as it slipped heavy into lsea—thick like honey, like silence. I listened to pebbles whispering beneath tiny waves while Adriatic stretched out like oilslick mirror, reflecting that long good-bye. Behind me, mountain Biokovo caught last light on its craggy face, as if giants within it stirred to protect us children who believed such things still true.
This pendant is born of that memory.
A large oval of banded agate, caught in a weave of warm copper wire—wound, knotted, coaxed by hand into something both fierce and tender. It is not perfect. Nothing made by honest hands is. But like that mountain, it holds silence and fire both.
Every curve of copper was guided not just by eye, but by instinct—like walking old cobbled paths in a town where every stone knows your barefoot shape. This piece is not about glamour. It is about presence. The weight of stone against skin. The way the wire presses, but never pinches. It’s for those who prefer truth to polish, who do not wear jewellery as signal, but as second skin.
Not mass made, never repeated. You won’t find same one in markets or shops. I couldn’t recreate it even if I try again tomorrow. The wire had it’s own idea, and I just listened.
Sometimes I think making things is a way to speak to the mountain again.
🌊🔥💛
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #copperjewelry #wirewrappedjewelry #agatependant #slowmade #poeticcraft #jewellerywithsoul
Title: Honey in the Sea, Fire in the Stone
As I wrapped this pendant, fingers aching just slightly from the weight of copper and care, I remembered something not from a book, but from a shoreline.
When I was a wild-haired girl with messy honey-colored hair, I would sit alone on the pebbled white stones of Makarska beach, observing the sun as it slipped heavy into lsea—thick like honey, like silence. I listened to pebbles whispering beneath tiny waves while Adriatic stretched out like oilslick mirror, reflecting that long good-bye. Behind me, mountain Biokovo caught last light on its craggy face, as if giants within it stirred to protect us children who believed such things still true.
This pendant is born of that memory.
A large oval of banded agate, caught in a weave of warm copper wire—wound, knotted, coaxed by hand into something both fierce and tender. It is not perfect. Nothing made by honest hands is. But like that mountain, it holds silence and fire both.
Every curve of copper was guided not just by eye, but by instinct—like walking old cobbled paths in a town where every stone knows your barefoot shape. This piece is not about glamour. It is about presence. The weight of stone against skin. The way the wire presses, but never pinches. It’s for those who prefer truth to polish, who do not wear jewellery as signal, but as second skin.
Not mass made, never repeated. You won’t find same one in markets or shops. I couldn’t recreate it even if I try again tomorrow. The wire had it’s own idea, and I just listened.
Sometimes I think making things is a way to speak to the mountain again.
🌊🔥💛
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #copperjewelry #wirewrappedjewelry #agatependant #slowmade #poeticcraft #jewellerywithsoul