Ross and Eve Heath who are at Bangalow put this together – (click for high-res .pdf download) and people we talked to all thank them for their services rendered. Their shop is huge, well stocked and priced for Sydneysiders on holidays.
The questions were: 1) do we make silver fitted caps for each tusk? . . . and they sell them as objects. 2) do we endeavour to make them into wearable bracelets? 3) if so how to make them both fit her slender slim wrists? 4) There will have to be lots of metal, Silver or Rose Gold? 5) how to best show off the patina and growth lines of the tusks?
Barbara, Juan-Luis, mal E, Vanessa and Michael played with the options . . . sometimes they we were all in accord, ideas were lobbed into the mix like wild-fire – two meetings then the solution was drawn up, costed a few ways and accepted in a few minutes.
I’ve posted both together (above) and the two separate (below) © Barbara Heath – Jeweller to the Lost
Feedback from Vanessa Roche, via iPhone messaging: “Nancy Cunard photographed by Man Ray, she is fun to google . . . Thanks again for the bracelets, they are just perfect! I might try to build up to this look”. The image sent was too small to post – our Nancy Cunard image comes from the Jewellery to the Lost library ‘ Costume Jewellery in Vogue’ by Jane Mulvagh.
French mercury gilded bronze and brass c1790–1820 is the last period of perfection. The case work is still robustly made with their steel and brass ties and nuts still substantial. The problem being two fold – removing the dirt and chemical residue remaining after time and abuse + finding all the bad repairs made over time to keep the case together.
The dial and bezel is in bad shape while the movement is totally rusted together. Dr Sal Rahman knows he has a particular divine clock and wants to spare no expense to have it restored, its the long period waiting that is the hardest.
This is a shot showing the clock and the studio garden.
He commissioned Barbara to design and fabricate a table top to hold his captivating crystal specimen – patinated copper sheet.
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I spent the morning with Max amongst his orchids and ferns at Kangaroo Point, Brisbane. Then into his folders of illustrator and photoshop files and his earlier workbooks, diaries and hand drawings. His web site has two books for sale that most of my contacts will simply want to have at home to adorn their library’s garden section; ‘the enchanted orchid’ and ‘striptease – It’s all done with flowers’. Both are beautifully post produced and printed on quality stocks, both are trimmed to 250mm H x 210mm W.
With ‘the enchanted orchid’ Max has designed, photographed and written this picture book that cleverly covers his chosen category. 144 pages drawn on to a folded laminated cover, first published in Sydney in 1999. Max has now done a second imprint co-published with Vanity House and his Cooroy Gardens entity in 2003 with a small number remaining from a very respectable second run. It sells for A$40.00 + postage of A$15.00
His ‘striptease – It’s all done with flowers’ was co-published later in 2005 with Vanity House and Cooroy Gardens also and is really a peek-aboo at his own marvellous story and talents with some generous take-aways for those interested in illustration, those with a handle on the Latin names for the floral species and those just looking for a great gift and read. It sells for A$25.00 + postage of A$15.00
Sourced from Warwick Oakman Antiques in Battery Point, Hobart, this portrait seal of the great “citizen” philosopher whose writing influenced the French Revolution. I managed some text sleuthing and on the Gutenburg.org site where I found this very charming story recounting his early childhood, in Rousseau’s own words:
‘Every night, after supper, we read some part of a small collection of romances which had been my mother’s. My father’s design was only to improve me in reading, and he thought these entertaining works were calculated to give me a fondness for it; but we soon found ourselves so interested in the adventures they contained, that we alternately read whole nights together, and could not bear to give over until at the conclusion of a volume. Sometimes, in a morning, on hearing the swallows at our window, my father, quite ashamed of this weakness, would cry, “Come, come, let us go to bed; I am more a child than thou art.’
This piece is a welcome addition to our wonderful studio collection of seals, carved soft stones and writing paraphernalia.