A couple of weeks ago, I got them out and looked at them again, and fidgeted them around with some other bits, and this pair of earrings was the result. They made me giddy with the joy of making something unusual and evocative, and every time I look at them they start a visual story in my head: Tesla, with his bold eyes and angular face, mixing a concoction and finishing it with a wild bolt of electricity. Handing it a lady compatriot, dressed to the Victorian nines, slight lightning scorches on her elbow-length gloves. Clink of beakers, and a toast to imagination.
Cocktails in Tesla's Laboratory
The making of story from the elements of wire and glass delighted me, and the several things I've made since then have seemed to come with their own small narratives, a slice out of the middle of a story, something gleaming in the distance. I have a few new pieces that I'll be posting in Leaves of Glass this week, each with a title that hints at a story to be glimpsed, and imagined, and worn.
Urgent Summons to a Bail Hearing
Wedding in a Ghost Town