“Sound travels 95 miles across the grasslandâ€:
(glass, copper, antique Japanese copper chain)
Sold.

My favorite bit about this one: the copper inclusions trapped inside the glass, coordinating with the antique Japanese copper chain.

The title is from Typographica’s type board for Rocky.

“As local as your fingertipsâ€
(glass, silver)
Sold.

The title is from Stephen Dunn’s gorgeous poem, How to Be Happy: Another Memo to Myself
I love the perfect stripes of texture – it’s like a tornado bead, almost, marbled like the inside cover of an antique leatherbound book. Something strange and awesome about how the encasing glass melted in. Also, I love the bubbles and tiny dots of silver trapped inside the glass.

Other side:

“What we need is here”
(glass, silver)

This is more what the necklace ends up looking like:

The title is from Wendell Berry’s poem of same name.

“Dance before you are bidden”
(glass, silver)
Sold.

Other side:

Oh, prong settings are so much less annoying than bezel settings!

I may make similar pendants with more of my cabs, but hammered circles rather than twisted, and heavier wire.

I promptly named this one “Kissing & other Diversions” for Amal, who is an endless fount of inspiration.

Yeah, that’s one of my glass headpins on twisted, oxidized sterling silver wire, with another small glass bead and a Bali silver bead piled on top. And they’re all STARING AT YOU.

I finally tried making some earrings, already sold.

I love that purple.

Another pair, copper and dark aurora baleened around the glass.

“I loved you on purpose”
(glass, fine silver)

The title is from Ntozake Shange’s brilliant poem/play, for colored girls who have considered suicide / when the rainbow is enuf.































