I often get asked where I draw inspiration for my necklaces, and I would have to say Mother Nature is a constant source of amazement, wonder and inspiration for me… the colours, the patterns and the infinite beauty blows me away.
Our buffalo skull neckpiece has been intricately carved by hand from naturally shed deer antler. It was designed to honor and respect the majestic and fearless beast that once roamed plentiful, wild and free on the vast plains of North America.
Considered a life-force for Native American people and a gift from the Great Spirit, this sacred and symbolic animal represents: wisdom, patience, prosperity, gratitude, abundance, strength, stability, consistency and blessing.
The buffalo teaches us to remain well grounded, find strength to carry on our path, to be in harmony with Mother Earth and to connect with the sacredness of life.
HISTORICAL IMAGE REFERENCE: No. 1 - Two hunters inspect their kill circa 1903. No. 2 - Native American tribesmen, circa 1907. No. 3 - Men pose with a mountain of buffalo skulls, circa mid-1870s. No. 4 - Wright's buffalo hide yard, Dodge City, Kansas, circa 1878. No. 5 - Moose Jaw, circa 1870s, a pile of bison bones waiting to be loaded onto a train for distribution.
Buffalo, also referred to as bison, once ruled the North American plains from Canada down to Mexico and reigned supreme over their territory. They were believed to have been the biggest population of large wild mammals anywhere on Earth numbering a staggering estimated 50 million before European settlers arrived. Awestruck witnesses reported seeing ‘seas of black’, and feeling the ground trembling beneath their feet with the beat of literally millions of pounding hooves.
Where they once roamed wild and free, the landscape of the West dramatically changed when they were tragically hunted to near extinction during the 19th century. By the mid 1880s these majestic beasts were reduced to only few hundred, and it is estimated an astonishing 7.5 million buffalo were killed in a two year period from 1872 to 1874 alone, thus bringing an end to an important era in American history. Continue Reading →
Actress and model Tippi Hedren, also the mother of actress Melanie Griffith was best known for her role in Hitchcock’s film The Birds.
In 1969, Tippi was filming a movie in Africa and visited an abandoned house in Mozambique occupied by 30 lions and their cubs. Her time spent there changed her life forever and prompted both her and her husband to make a movie about what they had seen.
Production of the 1981 epic film Roar which was considered to be one of the most dangerous films ever made. Little did Tippi and her husband know, but this film starring dozens of African lions would be an 11-year investment that would later cost them their marriage. For a project that cost over $17.5 million, the film only grossed just over $2million in the end.
Soon after production of the film wrapped in 1983, she founded the Shambala Preserve, a fully functioning animal sanctuary to protect exotic animals who suffered from gross mistreatment and neglect.
Hedren still looks back with nostalgia however to the days when she had wild animals in her home:
“I miss nursing the cubs very much,” she said. “I really treasure that experience. There’s nothing sweeter than a little baby lion or tiger cub. They’re magical.”
Whether it cleanses your soul, or just plain annoys you, rain is here to stay it seems, always has been, and there’s not much we can do about it.
Personally I love the rain, I’m about ten thousand times more productive when it’s cold and miserable outside, and I’ve learnt of late to embrace rain by donning a rain jacket, and surrendering to the fact that I will very possibly arrive home sodden wet and shivering, but isn’t that what hot showers are for?
I’ve been walking my dog along the beach of late, even when it’s pelting down. It’s something I’ve actually grown to like, a deserted wild beach all to myself, crazed crashing waves, dark skies and a feeling of freedom, even self-importance in being the only brave one to venture out in such conditions. My dog doesn’t agree with my newfound approval of rain. He tries to shelter himself as close as possible to my legs but I’m sure he’ll get over it.This post is dedicated to the beauty of rain, and the feelings it evokes in us, let that be joy or frustration.
Ode to the Antler is an earthy yet elegant piece featuring a naturally shed deer antler tooth or tip gently polished from its raw and natural form to reveal the stunning neutral tones of the antler. Paired with a miniature solid brass barrel key, Ode to the Antler has been created for both men and women to respectfully adorn.
She Stole Sea Shells is an absolutely divine ocean inspired piece individually handcrafted in our Byron Bay studio. With clusters of natural sliced cowry shells from East Timor, and a peppering of dazzling solid brass cowry shells pendants. This is an arresting and impressive piece designed for those of us who love the ocean and all it represents.
When I ponder the words ‘wild’ and ‘free’ the imagery that arises for me is centred around barren dusty vast landscapes, wild horses, naked bodies adorned in feathers, sun kissed skin and the odd pair of cowgirl boots.
I often wonder what it would be like to live in the desert with all its apparent limitless space to contemplate life, birds with the grandest of wingspans gracefully soaring overhead and the biggest, brightest most twinkling skies the night has to offer.
SPRING: The air smells different, the birds seem chirpier than usual today, as do my housemates. Flowers undeniably add that extra splice of beauty to each day. Lift your head toward the sky, smell the air, smile at a passerby, take an evening stroll, open your eyes to the beauty of Springtime, and DEFINITELY pick yourself a small posy of natures little wonders to pop next to your bedside or your work desk.
There is something remarkably unique about artists who choose sand, ocean, and the shifting tides as a canvas for their medium. Perhaps it’s the absence of ego or attachment to their work, or their ability to work with such a huge space, governed by the majestic force of Nature. Whatever it is, their work always renders me speechless, and leaves me wondering what type of evolved human being can produce such dexterous works of art, to only have it washed away from underneath them within hours.