Explorations Into Liminality
“and there came an arm and a hand above the water and met it and caught it, and so shook it thrice and brandished it, and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water.”

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Glass Jewels

I have long been obsessed with ancient Roman glass and finally have put my own hand and eye to the creation of some special designs. Sterling silver and precious metal clay accents are a gorgeous touch.


 These ancient fragments are found all over the ancient Roman world, and today the most plentiful sources seem to be Israel and Afghanistan. The glass has been buried for many centuries- some of it even more than 2,000 years. They've been drilled and shaped recently, but retain the gorgeous iridescence that has developed through centuries of chemical reaction to the environment. The climate in the Middle East combines hot temperatures and flash flooding; the centuries of this exposure caused chemical changes in the glass in conjunction with the minerals present in the soil. The iridescence produced is simply stunning, and these shards absolutely become jewels the way they refract the light and change colors.


Ancient Roman Glass and Silver Spirals

Ancient Roman Glass and Gemstones

Ancient Roman Glass and Silver Discs

Monday, September 12, 2011

Monday, July 25, 2011

Of Plumes and Blooms


Gentle and lovely white feather encased in glass.


Iridescent ivory peacock plumes paired with airy champagne-tinged hen feathers, trailing from a sheer taupe rose.

taupe chiffon feathered rose
Graceful curving swan spirals, copper beset with labradorite feathers.

copper swan earrings


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Sunlight on the Forest Floor



Goddess of the Hunt, the Forest, the Moon. Virgin of the woods and protectress of the Womb. King-maker, Queen of Witches. Diana, Artemis, tribal maiden...


dark roses in the woods



bright maidens and wreathed,catching beams of sunlight.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Play of Light

Water Though Frozen by Mermaiden Creations



Our nature does not change by will
In the winter, 'round the ruined mill
The creek is lying, flat and still
It is water though it's frozen
~Joanna Newsom



I was drawn to the energy created by the play of light within stillness and created some earrings which capture what it was that intrigued me. 

You Remain Ageless by Mermaiden Creations




Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Maiden. Mother. Crone.


I am she who has no name

and a thousand names.
I am the Virgin,and the unicorn
sleeps in my lap; the crescent moon
bends to my bowstring.
This is my sacred grove,
my maiden bower.
Here I hunt the deathless quarry,
Here I run the restless race,
Here you may glimpse my foot
and dance with my shadow.
Here you may dream.



I am she who has no face
and a thousand faces.
I am the Mother, and my belly
is big with the moon, live
with the fishes of the sea.
This is my grove, my sacred grove,
my birthing bed.
Here I ride the stag into dawn,
Here I blossom to the bee,
Here  you may drench yourself in my dew
and bathe in a fountain of milk.
Here you may drink.




I am she who has no secret
and a thousand secrets.
I am the Crone, and the snake
coils round my arm; the sickle moon
lies ready to hand.
This is my grove,my sacred grove,
my burial chamber.
Here I gather my harvest,
Here I draw down the darkness,
here you may seek me or seek to escape
and still find my gates.
Here you may die.



Invocation by Elizabeth Cunningham
Adornments by Mermaiden Creations