ever since the moment that i saw an array of male stars, posing for oscar pics; open shirts, gorgeous, chunky necklaces adorning their bare chests, i have been mentally accessorizing every man that i see....

leather, silver, chain, emblems, totems, charms.....
necklaces can be personal talismans for the unadorned sex.
a tattoo, a love letter, a symbol.....for luck, for love, for identity...

..hanging with Mx2 in the b-y.....

Line Quality....

i have been wanting to write a post about lines for a while now. i always find so much inspiration in the natural beauty around my house, and i was recently struck by the variety of shapes and lines as i jogged on the dirt road that leads to my house.

the grasses are long and dry now, supporting variegated, tear-drop shaped seeds that turn purple and brown as they age & there are thistles that flowered last year, crippled and black & twisted. thick, old redwood trees with inches of rough bark & madrone trees that look almost slippery beneath their delicately peeling skin. sickly berry vines crawl along underneath...tiny splinters covering their lanky strands. it is so tangled and wild in some places, that a heart shaped leaf or a dandelion puff offer a visual respite, like a full moon in a chinese painting.

i want our jewelry to reflect this variety. i want to draw with strands and wire and dandelion-round pearls. wispy antique rosary beads, next to shiny blue glass, tiny charms and wild strips of deep brown leather...