This morning my artist got up early and did the dishes because the plumber was coming. Silly girl, the plumber is coming tomorrow morning…
This morning my artist got up early and did the dishes because the plumber was coming. Silly girl, the plumber is coming tomorrow morning. It’s been so many days at home alone that it’s getting difficult for her to distinguish a Monday from a Sunday from a birthday cake. Without a better plan, she headed back to bed and eventually dozed off and that at least took her through to lunch time. A little disoriented at sleeping so late, she came to realise it was Sunday and for a moment she was filled with hope that perhaps someone was coming to visit. She hoped that maybe one of those people, the ones who always say things like “We should catch up” and “I’ll stop by and visit” had decided to make good on their word. She got up quickly and found her phone to check for messages. And there it was. That screen. The one with the time and the symbols and the picture of the one that really matters. The one that just doesn’t light up with messages like it used to. My artist has had some really good friends. Fun friends; close friends; friends forever. She was always really good at staying in touch with friends, even when life shoved them around different bends. She helped when they were in trouble. She really helped a lot of people. She doesn’t know where they all went. I mean, it’s not like the friendships ended, they just don’t understand how it is for her now. They don’t understand the solitude and they don’t understand the pain. They don’t understand what happens to a person when their independence is snatched. They don’t understand that taking a couple of minutes to send a text or make a call or for the great God of effort, coming to visit, would make all the difference in the world to her. Just a little company while she waits at the mercy of her failing shell. A couple of people have been there to help and she is grateful for everything they do. It’s not fair that she should need so much from people that she can’t give back. To be with people is to be a burden and to be without them is to be painfully lonely. She knows life doesn’t work that way but she can’t stop trying to figure out how to win……
Vintage buttons stiched onto fabric bracelet modelled by Emma 2007
Vintage buttons stiched onto fabric bracelet modelled by Emma, 2007
These beads are made from recycled native Australian timbers. Because of nature of the woods used, and the harshness of the environment they are grown in, no two beads are the same, making every piece of jewellery different. / Model: Sally Arnott / Photographer: Brett Robson
on the streets of Bhubaneswar – India, a lady making bracelets sat on the ground, thousands of every letter of the alphabet scattered out on a sheet underneath her making up her work space.
She also wanted to know what was going on…Rajahstan, India
I got bored one day and decided to bring some of my necklaces, bracelets and rings (both mine and my mother’s) and practice on lighting. This is one of my bracelets in gold.
A little jewlery shoot I had at home one rainful day. x) / I got this bracelet in my confirmation a couple of years ago.
Ecowear did their product photoshoot accesorising with Joolz Murindi necklaces and Hunter Gatherer bracelets. They got some really lovely shots! My Murindi necklaces and Hunter Gatherer bracelets are all made from native Australian recycled/reclaimed timber beads. / Model: Lucinda / Photographer: unknown
OK, so I made it, I polished it, I composed the image and I photographed it. So its entirely mine. :)
Gold chain charm bracelet. Metalic tones.
Multicoloured glass bead bracelet
My 2 great artistic loves – photography, and making glass beads…. www.solarflarecreations.com.au
One of my favorite little pieces to wear. I sometimes wear it as an anklet. :) / -— Camera / Canon PowerShot A510 / Date / 5/13/2009 / Tv (Shutter Speed) / 1 / Av (Aperture Value) / 2.6 / ISO Speed / Auto / Lens / 5.8 – 23.2mm / Focal Length / 5.8mm
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Display of Rajasthani tribal bracelets found at a street stall in Pushkar, India, during the Pushkar Camel Festival.
I always love how the bridesmaids hop into action wherever they can during a wedding…happy to help with this oh-so-special day for their friend!
She was selling bracelets and local handmade stuff, mostly made from beautifully engraved PVC, which replaces ivory. As a pure native she was extrovert yet humble, negotiated as much as we did yet offered us more presents than what we actually bought. In the “contemporary environment of the little town of Opuwo of Northern Namibia, a typically African small town, she, like all the semi-naked Himba women, stood out. And she had a gracious smile. Quite a character! Date August 21, 2006 / Nikon D200, Nikkor VR 18-200mm / Focal Length 120mm / F/11, 1/160 ISO 100
beads, bracelet / canon 40D / selective colouring done in ps cs3
A close up image of a bracelet. I like the patterns of the wires that make it up.
Antique bracelet. For PRIVATE “High resolution” sales or requests use the contact details below. Contact – munggo2@fsmail.net
i have 2 slightly different versions of this & i can’t figure out which one looks better…
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