06/01/2022
I had always hoped that, at some point, I could break out of the "I make jewelry" mold. For those who follow my posts on my personal page, these aren't new to you. For those who don't, I'm so much more than a "jewelry hustler". I started crocheting when I was a tiny little kid. My uncle showed me how to draw my first rose shortly after. I got a calligraphy set for Christmas when I was 8, and I loved it. I was taught to make macrame keychains at 10. That was about the time I learned pottery and basket weaving. I still remember my art teachers names. I've lived my whole life surrounded by art, stones, fossils, wood carving tools. I watched my uncle make everything from fishing lures to earrings, take photographs to paint portraits. This isn't a hobby for me. This is my identity. I take pride in what I do. As my own worst critic, quality is a must, before I want my name on something. I have taken pride in the jewelry I've made for the past year and a half. But something inside of me has been screaming to come out. Because I'm so much more than the tiny box I'm presenting to all of you. Maybe it's time to show all my facets.