Saturday, August 22, 2009

Grecian Goldsmith is dead.

Dear friends,

I have decided to close down my jewelry shop permanently. What is there now will be the last I ever make. This decision did not come lightly, but it had to be made.

I have decided to give myself fully to my writing and my painting. Now that I will move into my own place, I will be able to make one of the rooms into a studio, giving me plenty of space for canvases and a writing desk. I want to start treating these things seriously. My jewelry making was always a pleasant escape that allowed me to avoid truly putting myself and my art out there. But I am ready to move on now.

Many thanks to all of you who have supported and inspired me over the months. I am truly grateful, and some of the friendships I made as a result will never be forgotten.

Perhaps I will have a new blog, and a new shop one day... Until then, goodbye.


Thursday, August 20, 2009

"She could have been a poet, or she could have been a fool."

I need these objects to weigh me down.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Choose your words.

Do not let the words choose you.

Summer days.

Hello, darlings.

I have been a pretty lazy person lately. The summer haze has numbed me in the most pleasant of ways, and I have been simply enjoying myself. Music has come back into my life and I have been listening to all my old CDs, lying in the grass, walking among trees and dancing in the night.

I am having a serious inclination towards closing down my etsy shop. Some of you who have read my previous posts will know my recurring struggle between writing and crafting. I am always on the verge of giving it all up to just write, but the moment I actually do that, little beads begin to dance underneath my fingers, and pretty wires coil themselves around my wrists. I get pulled back into the studio, and I begin to tinker with material things while the ghosts of words past haunt me incessantly.

I have no idea what will happen, but I know this: art is nothing without discipline. I must decide, and then discipline myself. If it's writing, let it begin at 8AM with the typing of drafts. I must get a move on, otherwise I will forever rest on my potential and never make anything out of it.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Inspiration: Film noir; or, life is boring without pain.

"well I don't care if you don't"

"and I don't want it, if you don't"

[gene tierney in "shanghai gesture"; ann savage]
[lyrics the cure "let's go to bed"]

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

"You'll be the rhythm, and I'll be the beat."

"I can't get this trumpet out of my head"

[lyrics: lykke li, "melodies and desires", "this trumpet in my head"]
[painting: rene magritte, "la belle captive"]

Monday, August 10, 2009

My nerves become entangled in these immaterial things.

"Found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me"

[kiss me kiss me kiss me, just like heaven, robert smith]
click the middle link to listen to the song.

Saturday, August 8, 2009


New home:

New school:

New lake:

New city:

Hello all. I just got back from Chicago a few days ago, having found a great place to live for September. I'll be moving there around September 7th, so the etsy shop may have to be shut down for a little while--in any case, I won't be able to post as many new things in the next few weeks. However, I do have a couple of things finished which I just have to photograph and those will be up soon.

Lately I've felt all out of words. I've been listening to music constantly. I am teaching myself to listen more and speak more meaningfully.