ABOUT THE ARTIFACTS
ARTIFACTS FOUND, TRANSFORMED & REBORN JEWELRY
HUNGARIAN TAROT CARD PENDANTS
The Hungarian Tarot Cards were created from what I found in the Budapest flea market that teamed with time passed and antiques to mark it. I always wanted to rework a deck of tarot cards as I have a penchant for getting my fortune told. I walked into this particular market thinking how this was the day, this was the market and this was the time to find the deck. At the end of the day, I spotted a pile of cards, face down, at the bottom of a glass display case filled with unidentifiable household elements left over from buildings probably no longer in existence. I asked to see them, knowing what they were even before they were flipped over to reveal tattered prescient images. They may be my most beloved find to date. I sculpted the shape of the frame to resemble some of the architecture I found throughout the city of Budapest, but, by coincidence, ended up looking just like the door on the "Loyalty" card in the deck.
INDIAN HENNA STAMP
On one of Udaipur, India' s cow-laden streets a market offered an assortment of wooden henna tattoo stamps. Henna art form-- also called Mendhi-- has been practiced for centuries in India, Africa and the Middle East to decorate the body with sacred symbols of culture and mysticism. These images have been transformed into pendants. The elephant is for good luck as her trunk is held up high.
Santini, or little holy pictures, are one of the most important and endearing traditions of Catholic iconography. These cards are often carried for protection, given as remembrances at communions, confirmations and funerals and are meant to present a visual biography of the saint's life. Different saints have different patronages, some really obscure, like the patron saint of chefs or lightning. The saint pendants in the Spiritual Collection come from Italian flea markets and had been passed down through generations.
The original ancient Roman ring has had a 2000-year life span, and counting. We don’t know who wore it, but it ended up in an “antique” store on a little alleyway in Jaffa, Israel. The owner sat swimming in objects once part of daily life in the Roman Empire, seemingly unfazed by its historic weight. I, on the other hand, stood astonished and found various objects to rework into jewelry. My most coveted is the ring which, in its wax form, I now sculpt, set and morph into rings that all keep a sense of the original shape in honor of the long passage of time.
Antique versions of modern-day graffiti collected throughout Rome and placed outside of a local church inspired the Spiritus Graffiti line. The Santa Maria in Trastevere church is said to be perhaps the oldest in Rome. According to local folklore, it was built after oil miraculously erupted from the site.
Cut to modern day and tourists flood the charming piazza that was once home to junkies and literary ex-pats. When visitors enter the regal doors they may notice the obscure plaques of nonsensical Latin phrases of rebellion or advertisement that had been chiseled by perhaps toga-wearing precursors to modern-day graffiti artists. The ancient Romans lived in walled off homes with few entryways. The residents used to hire graffiti artists to post sociological and political messages on these walls for passersby to read.
The Spiritus Graffiti collection incorporates the shape, lettering and spirit of these plaques into Jewelry.
They are meant to remind the wearer that words matter.
CROATIAN LACE NECKLACE
I loved paper doilies as a child, constantly drawing on them under restaurant plates. Later I gravitated toward the old-lady style home-goods and eventually adorned myself in all things lattice.
Once I started to make jewelry, I needed to figure out how to integrate lace into my work. Fast forward many decades, and I have a collection of lace jewelry that has its origins from Croatia to Italy, France and Portugal. All cultures have their twist on the delicate, homespun decoration that can’t help but feel romantic and grounding.
This particular lace cloth came from a flea market in Zagreb, Croatia on a scorching summer day. We never know how the lace will turn out during our transformation, but this one formed with eerie exactitude.
From an old Croatian woman’s hands to my bench then someone’s jewelry collection, the process remains awe-inspiring. We are separated, then connected over and over again, like the lace itself.