Two views of this 18ct gold and diamond ring. A wedding ring sits very nicely against it.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Lemon quartz earrings- 9ct w.g, 18ct y.g, cognac diamonds, lemon quartz drops.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
I found this professional photograph of one of my pieces from my 2008 exhibition Taking the air with Master Basho and Maestro Ravel. This image was taken by Terence Bogue. For some strange reason I only had three pieces professionally photographed. Silly really.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
This is some work from 2004.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
My first studio was in the Nicholas Building on the 8th floor. I moved in there in the year 2000 after I finished my Gold and Silversmithing degree at RMIT. I had a fishing tackle box of hand tools and a table. The studio belonged to Janet Watts . As I was moving in David Neale was moving out. I think I was in that studio for about five years, other artists shared the studio over the years but the ones I remember the most were Jane Ruljancich ( now a lecturer at NMIT) and Vicki Mason.
I've been going through my back catalogue of photos and have been dismayed to find that I have no images of that studio. It seems like so long ago. It was so important to my development as an artist to share a studio with other artists who were kind enough to share their knowledge and experience.
I then moved downstairs to level 7 and shared a studio with mover and shaker Vikki Kassioras who I had studied with at RMIT.
I moved out of the Nicholas building in 2010 and now have a room of my own.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Emily Dickinson (1830- 1886)