I have been working in sterling silver for over fifteen years and it is something akin to a material love affair. I first fell in love with silver as a young girl… my mother and grandmother had beautiful pieces in sterling silver amongst their more costumey pieces, and there was always a quality about these silver pieces that I loved. They were collectible, inscribed, and felt real. They were treasured, worn and loved. They had a history and felt cultural and special.
Silver can be worked in so many ways – I just love these processes. When I visit our artisans in Bali and watch them work, I am just swept up in the humble humanity and warmth of their techniques. Pulling silver wire by hand, assisted by a small motor, is the very beginning of it. Casting, hammering, twisting, polishing, pickling, oxidizing… all with the wonderful energy it calls for (and maybe room for stones in various bezels that are hand set). This feels like the authentic way to produce our designs… the antithesis of mass produced jewelry. So enduring, like the people who wear the jewelry.
This warm, clean artful metal remains timeless and at the core of Waxing Poetic’s aesthetic, and ready now more than ever to grace our lovely necks, wrists and fingers when we need a dose most.
Keeping it real, xo,
Find secret histories through sidestreets and footnotes
The littler pieces,
Bright and tiny
a minute menagerie instead of chorus>
Finding doesn’t always happen by searching.
Instead, sometimes finding is something else.
But when we are
Willing to look
And keep looking
And keep trying And keep learning And keep hopeful And keep faith
And keep heartfelt;;;
And make things, Make many somethings
Records of our journeys (big and small)
We’ll get somewhere uncommon yet utterly welcoming
(this includes those dear to us – for we can’t do it without them…)