Monday, August 24, 2009

Red

Bangle- sterling silver, coral.
Bird brooch- fine silver, sterling silver, felt, thread.

Bird, moon, blossom neckpiece- sterling silver, fine silver, 18ct rose gold, lacquered shell beads.


Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Goldsmiths shop

Here's a display I put together for the window at Journal. Some of the artists involved in open studio have their handiwork on display. Journal is on Flinders Lane, right next to City Library. The picture in the background is a detail from a painting called A Goldsmith in his shop, Possibly Saint Eligius by Petrus Christus 1472 or 1473. I've added a coral necklace, a ruby bangle and a necklace with sea inspired trinkets. These pieces will be available for purchase at Open Studio.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Open Studios


My mate Vikki Kassioras has been hard at it organising another Nicholas Building Open Studio extravaganza. It's gonna be huge! This is a once a year opportunity to take a peek inside the building and see what all the Melbourne creative types are up to! You can also purchase some great handmade stuff. There really isn't a better way to spend your Thursday or Friday night (next week) That's where I'll be. See you there!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Spectacular Owl Neckpiece

I also made these earrings with my owl in mind. They are made from fine silver, sterling silver, 18ct gold, Australian sapphires, diamonds and blue moonstone.



Here's a neckpiece I recently completed. It is made from fine silver, sterling silver and set with Australian sapphires. The beads it is hanging from are grey moonstone. I worked on  this piece for quite awhile. It is repoussed and hand engraved.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Some recent work

Birdcage necklace with red coral beads, oxidised 925 and coral beads. That's the page from my sketch book with the initial drawing of the piece in the background.
Wing neckpiece with ruby. 999, 925, ruby on black agate beads. This piece is hand engraved.

desk light burning


... Gold in the seams of my hands
and the desk light burning.

This is from a poem by John Burnside called Prayer.