Harvest Earrings
Hand sculpted and cast sterling silver earrings with black onyx gemstones and an antique patina. Hand finished with a burnished surface and darkened recesses to emphasise the sculptural form.
Inspired by hot Australian summers and a life on the land.
My dad grew wheat on the family farm in my early childhood and I’ll always remember the sight of those golden sheaves bobbing in the breeze (in a good year!). I found one solitary wheat head in my horse paddock last summer and I collected it because a) it’s beautiful and b) it’s important to honour the past and the gifts from our ancestors. I have no idea why there was one, and only one, wheat head in the paddock when we don’t grow crops and neither do our neighbours. I can only assume it was gifted from the beak of a local bird. However it got there, I felt fortunate to find it. It speaks to me of summer and harvest and plans coming to fruition.
Hand sculpted and cast sterling silver earrings with black onyx gemstones and an antique patina. Hand finished with a burnished surface and darkened recesses to emphasise the sculptural form.
Inspired by hot Australian summers and a life on the land.
My dad grew wheat on the family farm in my early childhood and I’ll always remember the sight of those golden sheaves bobbing in the breeze (in a good year!). I found one solitary wheat head in my horse paddock last summer and I collected it because a) it’s beautiful and b) it’s important to honour the past and the gifts from our ancestors. I have no idea why there was one, and only one, wheat head in the paddock when we don’t grow crops and neither do our neighbours. I can only assume it was gifted from the beak of a local bird. However it got there, I felt fortunate to find it. It speaks to me of summer and harvest and plans coming to fruition.
Hand sculpted and cast sterling silver earrings with black onyx gemstones and an antique patina. Hand finished with a burnished surface and darkened recesses to emphasise the sculptural form.
Inspired by hot Australian summers and a life on the land.
My dad grew wheat on the family farm in my early childhood and I’ll always remember the sight of those golden sheaves bobbing in the breeze (in a good year!). I found one solitary wheat head in my horse paddock last summer and I collected it because a) it’s beautiful and b) it’s important to honour the past and the gifts from our ancestors. I have no idea why there was one, and only one, wheat head in the paddock when we don’t grow crops and neither do our neighbours. I can only assume it was gifted from the beak of a local bird. However it got there, I felt fortunate to find it. It speaks to me of summer and harvest and plans coming to fruition.