New Collection riding the Spring breeze

Over the winter some design ideas have been percolating, and the recent bursts of spring have edged me into the production of some of these new pieces.  I love this phase.  It’s thrilling…pulling muses into matter. My hands are loving it.

The starting point for this small collection was having stumbled across the wonderfully strappy, bondage-inspired collection of handmade lingerie, Hopeless, by Gabrielle Adamidis of Melbourne, Australia.  I have been loving these pieces—-the minimalism, repeating lines, hints of kink.  Sexy.

Taken with this aesthetic, I’ve been digging up other images of architecture, garmentry, leather work, bondage gear, horse tack, and rigging that are of a similar nature.  Check out the inspiration board to which I’ve been pinning on Pintrest, to take a look at some more of the visual inspiration behind this new collection of work currently in bloom.

Sneak peaks of some new pieces will be popping up over the coming weeks as I gear up for the Halifax Crafter’s Spring Market coming up on May 4th & 5th.  I’m aiming to have some of this new work ready for release by then…Keep your eyes peeled.

Just before the turn...

Spring is bound for us. It’s true. There were two days last week that shone with a different sorta sun…I heard a new birdsong in the morningtimes, and I could smell the mud (conjuring bittersweet treeplanting nostalgia). Sure signs…

I thought I’d post a little winter catch-up before Spring truly is upon us. Though life seems ever full and brimming, I have been seizing the opportunity in the slower-moving January and February days to soak up time with my family, catching the inspiration that comes of watching little ones discover and unravel their own version of the world around them. Catching those glimpses…

I certainly struggle with trying to maintain a semblance of balance between the constant pull of my worker/artist-self to my independence, my creative process, the studio, the absorbing and focus-necessitating mess of it, and tug of my heart strings in the direction of my home and wee ones blooming there. Thankfully, my little companions have been quite content to be brought along, strapped to my back, while I attempt to make mixes of the two. Gettin’ it done. (just a bit more slowly)

And so, I have been spending time with my family, I have allowed myself to fall into some books, I have been planning, I have been dancing, I have been sitting by our woodstove, I have been attempting to post semi-regularly on this blog (new addition to the work flow), and I have been working on designing a new (small) collection that I hope to have ready for the Spring/Summer. I am aiming to have some of this new work available at the Halifax Crafters Spring Market coming up in early May. Keep your eyes peeled: things are looking strappy, lighter more air-y versions of some of the good old rock-like textures in combo with some smooth action. We’ll see, still scheming and sketching…

Aflame

I’ve recently come across a series of work by French photographer Laurent Chehere, Flying Houses.   At once both glorious and tragic…I am attracted to this conflict-at-play.  They are definitely all worth a gander, though I chose this photograph to post here as it called to mind a poem that I so love, and jump at the chance to share:

From Parasites of Heaven, by the one and only Leonard Cohen, this poem similarly reeks of both darkness and hope.  Rounding the bend from calamity to blessing.  I fancy these sorta oscillations.

Fervour's Own name game

I’ve had lots of folks ask me about the name for this line of jewellery.  Fervour (it’s the Canadian spelling) is a word I’ve always had a fondness for…it’s rich, it’s descriptive, it’s full of juice, and we don’t hear it all that often.  For years it has been a word scribbled randomly on pages of my journals and sketch books.  It’s an essential ingredient…   in my life, in my work, in my approach to what I do.  A sense of passion is what makes things seem worthwhile, it is what tips me off that something is right, that it is hitting a mark, that I am perhaps on the right track.  A guiding force.

I hope you can catch the scent of it in my jewellery…