This is a silver brooch I made replicating a story about my dad and me. This looks exactly like him!!!

Another of my brooches–silver on ebony heart.

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Before I came to Mexico, I made jewelry, and my favorite pieces always told stories.  The first brooch represented my two loves: art and writing. The second is my dad and me on trips out to the ranch.  The figure of the man looks exactly like my dad, right down to the hat and the khakhi shirt that he always wore.  The third photo I took of a basked full of my silver rings.—only one of them made by me.  The last photo above is of an ebony heart that was decked out with different stories of my life, including little silver Dutch shoes that represented the homeland of both my grandfather and my grandmother’s parents.

When I first posted this, I had said that none  are four views of the only silver ring I remember ever making, for an assignment in my first silversmithing class. I hand cut out the figures, which represented different places I had lived in my life. I soldered them onto a band and then decided it was too broad for my finger, so I hand-sawed around all the figures to make this weird little end result.  That’s me leaping from my neighborhood in L.A. to my isolated mountain house up in the redwoods. From palm trees to Redwoods. There is no way I’d be capable of making such an intricate labor-intensive piece now!!!

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