Soon the mentees from Handshake3 exhibit at Platina Gallery, in Sweden. That is 17,316 kms, and a long plane ride away – not all of us will make it there. Nothing beats seeing jewellery, irl, but the reality is most often we experience it online and through images. With this in mind, I have made a…

Here in New Zealand I have been busy making rocks. In Germany Henriette writes verse, and by some kind of providence my jewellery and Henriette’s words sit quite nicely together. Actually no, there was no divine intervention here – our particular collaboration is directly related to the two years I was mentored by Henriette during…

Three weeks out from the Handshake Collaborative exhibition and I flick Henriette a quick email and ask, “Are we collaborating?” in that ‘are we collaborating, yes I think we are’ kind of way. Our language differences make the familiar unfamiliar and she does not pick up on my flippancy, instead wondering if I am asking…

Interesting essay from rocksstonesdust.com Rocks, Stones, and Grandfathers by David Garneau     My body rests in a boulder. Depending on your worldview, the rock was split by frost or by legend. For geologists, it is a “glacial erratic,” one of thousands of quartzite blocks cleaved from the Rocky Mountains,1 carried by centuries of ice…

I have still got rocks in my head.  

These last couple of weeks I have been making.  And while making I have been thinking about rocks.  The stories or vignettes we attach to rocks develop independently to its own existence which is tied up in a whole other narrative. As a kind of re-enchantment, the rock forms I hammer from silver are hollow,…