jewelry
It started by accident. If fate is accident.
Before I was a people worker, I was a metal worker. I fashioned chairs, beds, tables. Big Things. No timid soldering, just fiery welding. Very "Flash Dance." Very steel town girl on a Saturday night. Time passed, as time does and, one day, while installing a show of my art on the walls of a jewelry shop, the owner suggested we work together to craft pendants and earrings from some of my flake designs. This got me fired up to work with metal again, to use these soft and relatively fragile human hands to bend one of Earth's elements into wearable art. It was as I'd completed a circle, returned to center, reignited a calling.
Before I was a people worker, I was a metal worker. I fashioned chairs, beds, tables. Big Things. No timid soldering, just fiery welding. Very "Flash Dance." Very steel town girl on a Saturday night. Time passed, as time does and, one day, while installing a show of my art on the walls of a jewelry shop, the owner suggested we work together to craft pendants and earrings from some of my flake designs. This got me fired up to work with metal again, to use these soft and relatively fragile human hands to bend one of Earth's elements into wearable art. It was as I'd completed a circle, returned to center, reignited a calling.
