kethrai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stones, I love the stones, I can't believe they're still doing it after all these years. It's Thursday night. Blah. Nothing too exciting to report--Ghostly Tours is all done for the season, and for all of November, no jewelry shows! Ah... blessed quiet. I am looking forward to the 3WA Craft Fair--although I won't be able to start posting things until tomorrow night. The job hunt continues. Last night, I had an amazing experience. It was also a costly experience, but still. I went to see Galen, at New World Gems. Galen is a gemstone dealer--been in the biz for a bazillion years, sells $20,000 opals and the like. Most of his stuff tends to be so far beyond my reach--both as a jewelry designer and in the cashola department, that I tend to sit in front of his big old desk and bibble and drool. And I can buy maybe one tenth of one millionth of his extremely low-end inventory, which still ends up being a couple of hundred bucks. And worth every penny, mind you. Even the names are sensuous--sugilite, rhodochrosite. I got some of the ones you'd expect to see--sodalite, tigerseye, agate. But the stones are just so beautiful, and so stunning, and impossible to not respond to. One of the things that I always loved about storytelling was the sense of history, the astounding well of knowing that rises in you when you tell a tale that is sometimes thousands of years old. We aren't much for the whole geneology thing in my family, but I have a family that spans back to the first fires, the folks who looked up into the dark, looked down straight into your eyes, and took you to another world. Slowly, I am getting that same sense with my jewelry. There are things that I'm working the bugs out and it's a soundly engineered thing, and I can take pride in that. There are some designs that flow into my fingers and something in me says "Yes!" There are stones that I hold in my hands and they tell me stories..... As firmly as my feet are planted on the rocks of storyteller and poet, sometimes it feels almost as firm to stand on "Jeweller". 9:21 p.m. - 2002-11-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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