It’s evening. Need I look at the clock?
The birds have all gathered on the branches of the tree outside my window. Not one is quiet. They chirp and chirr-up – all together.
Are they exchanging notes?
Where was the grain abundant? How’s your kid doing in her flying lessons? Do you think I’m pretty? How’s your digestion?
Soon it will be night and they will retire to their nests.
And I will wait eagerly for the next gathering at dusk. :)
The gathering at dusk
Brass, sterling silver, copper
The gathering at dusk
November Blog-o-sphere Think Tank topic: What would you do if money was not a factor.
I thought hard about what I would do if money was not a factor. Of all the places I would visit that held my be-jewelled interest. Of all the fairs I would attend and hopefully participate in- of contemporary jewellery of course. Of all the jewellery tools I would buy. Of all the jewellery books I would splurge on. Of the BIG jewellery studio I would have.
But ultimately it all came down to the number of hours I would spend- making jewellery at my workbench.
And those moments….that activity….is PRICELESS!
my Priceless jewel
You can read my friends blogs on this topic here:
Andes Cruz: http://andescruz.wordpress.com/2014/11/20/anythinganywhere
Kirsten Skiles http://kaskiles.com/studio-updates/
Catherine Witherell: http://happydayart.typepad.com
Beth Cyr – http://BethCyr.com/blog
Shelagh Blatz www.designsbyshelagh.com/blog
Borne of a lotus sullied
how they sting
sweet poison in their veins
spite in their laughter.
Now the jungle rules
the strong may survive
the weak perish
And still I live.
Brooch. Sterling silver. Ruby.
And still I live
And still I live
I was inspired by a couple of lines from Surinder Singh Johar’s book, ‘Guru Tegh Bahadur: A Biography’. The book is about the ninth guru of the Sikhs, Guru Tegh Bahadur, who gave his life for his beliefs.
“The Martyr laid down his life in order to prove the truth he held dear. He was neither afraid of pain nor torture.”
The brooch, ‘Under the night sky’, shows a simplified façade of the Sis Ganj Gurudwara, in Chandni Chowk, Delhi, where the Guru was beheaded under a Banyan tree (back of piece). In the front, is a bird-a lone believer, at the entrance of the gurudwara, aglow with the knowledge of his Guru’s courage and sacrifice, giving him the strength to steadfastly believe in and pursue, what he holds dear.
The piece is made in sterling silver with C.Z.
Under the night sky: front
Under the night sky: back
Sis Ganj Gurudwara, Chandni Chowk, Old Delhi
I was inspired by the traditional, miniature style Basohli Painting, that I came across in M.S. Randhawa’s book of the same name.
It is a painting of Utka, the expectant heroine who is waiting at the trysting place. Nearby is a lotus pond. It is a pitch dark night and her anxiety is greatly aroused at her lover’s inability to keep his appointment with her at the promised hour.
The vigil of the expectant heroine
In the pendant cum brooch, Utka’s anxiety is evident through the restlessness of the parrot and the startled deer (back of piece), both symbols of love. The piece is made of sterling silver and pearls.
The vigil of Utka: front
The vigil of Utka: back
‘….a pillar of fire appeared between them. It stretched up beyond the dome of the sky and down below the foundations of the earth. And the fire seemed to be burning without any fuel.
Both Brahma and Vishnu decided to look for the ends of this pillar of fire. Brahma took the form of the swan and flew up to find its top. Vishnu took the form of a boar and dug his way down, determined to find its base.’
‘[....] the pillar of fire burst open and out came another god, who looked like a mendicant, smeared with ash and wrapped in animal skins.
The mendicant identified himself, ‘If the formless can be given a form then I am he. I am God, I am Shiva.’
From the 7 Secrets of Shiva by Devdutt Pattanaik
Shiva emerging from the pillar of fire: pendant cum brooch
Shiva emerging from the pillar of fire