Saturday, May 19, 2018
Where Bluebirds Brood
Such happiness had I with you that
bluebirds brood and vie
to rest where once you whispered–
to nest among the shape where, a moment stayed your cheek–
to sing the air where scent of your hair fades–
and bathe in light that falls
where you cannot sleep.
– Teresa Kiplinger
See how I translated this piece into a silver enameled cuff bracelet here.
5 days ago
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 Brooch in progress. Vitreous enamel; hand painted, torch fired. This is one of a series of art jewelry pieces incorporating dead, flightless, and falling birds. I designed these pieces to provoke a strong sense of compassion and charity; they are my response to a pervasive callousness, a call for empathy for others.