Sea (Shell) Change
April 18, 2014 § 4 Comments
I have enough imaginative material in my little head to outlast Methuselah. I realize I’ll never make everything I’ve imagined; it’s heartbreaking. I resort to grouping my rocks in a triage system, filed by my personal lust for what I wanna see made first. I also hoard things or keep them a secret until I’m ready to let them go. Sometimes, someone comes along and throws me for a loop. I have had other clients ask me to make special pieces, and I loved creating them, but for some reason, Madame X’s requests get my creative wings flapping.
The parameters: Several family birthstones, sapphire (any color) aquamarine, emerald and opal. “And anything else you decide on as you make it. It can be understated, or completely flamboyant. Symmetrical-ish or totally mismatched. However it comes together”.
It came together, but it wasn’t anything that I thought it would be. Apparently that’s a good thing:
“If you decide at the beginning where you want it to go – it’s not going to be very interesting” – Davis Guggenheim (director) during a press conference at the Toronto Film Festival promoting the documentary “It Might Get Loud”.
Initially I sent my client a picture of some rocks and included my new favorite (in hoarding) fossils: Gorgeous, glittery, druzy seashells excavated from the Sahara desert. It used to be a sea floor a gazillion years ago.
Guess what? Madame X grew up and lived by the sea for decades. Sometimes I’m psychic.
I spend way too much time figuring out how things “hang”, and what they should “hang” from.
Then I got to work and fell in love. Here’s an excerpt of an email I sent:
“I had to stop and take a shot of the pendant part. It’s so gorgeous I can’t even stand it! The picture does not do it justice. I am drooling. It’s making me rethink all the stuff I was going to make. I hope you like it. Actually I hope you LOVE it. I’m having trouble finishing it – it’s so distracting”.
I hate it when this happens. It was a sad, poignant day when I shipped the piece.
This is the reason that I do what I do. Thank you Madame X.