Here is a new necklace! She will be in the shoppe after her photos are taken.
With each piece of jewelry made, a new idea arrives to fill the empty place. When I began this craft, I couldn’t help but feel forces unseen that were there—observing, inspiring, helping. And it has always been that way since. I don’t ever feel like it is just me in ‘The Cave’ when I am working on jewels. And that brings with it a brimming, electric, uncanny sense of enchantment in every moment I am working.
I will say that there is something to stories of myth. I have always believed they are half true, half tale. Something arrived as a little spark in someone’s awareness and the story unfolds from there.
In ancient Norse stories, and others that branch out from them, black elves work to craft otherworldly jewels. Goddesses and gods commission dwarves to make talismans for journeys. Giants steal them and barter great things to possess them. Humans make offerings of stone to garner immortal favor. There is a tome of stories that have traveled down through the ages and inspire us still. The line between truth and tale has grown over with moss, like an old path worn into a foggy mountainside.
When I am working, there is the question: Who is it that visits me? I have ideas but can one ever be completely sure? Perhaps. One day.