An Ode to Nature

   

romanescu, a relative of cauliflower/broccoli

     I have to say, I think nature does it best.  The crazy, colorful, complex creations that spring up around us are better than anything I could create.  My entire motivation in art-making is to attempt to capture some of that mysterious beauty, and make it wearable.  I think I’ll spend the rest of my life trying, (and failing, really).  But I try.  And it’s intriguing to try, and to discover new imagery, new vistas, that seem like they should, and should always have been, worn.
      In creating, I like keeping close to the Earth, or as close to it as I can.  I love thinking about the origins of glass; inert sand and base elements fired till molten, transforming into delicate transparency, as ancient as we are, really.  Who figured it out first?  Or mastered the art of it, somehow knowing how to handle a material no one had ever witnessed before.   It had to be inherently frightening, and dangerous.  I strive to create something new like that, an innovation, that will be forever mysterious and fascinating.
    I saw mace once, the raw, sheathed form of nutmeg.  I thought it was incredibly beautiful, and how sad, that we only value the brown, ground spice from underneath, and most of us never get to see it in its natural form.  What an incredible piece of jewelry it would make!  When I went to Tanzania in 2010, I was so excited to go to a spice farm on the island of Zanzibar, and see where all of those fragrant/flavorful seasonings come from.  We saw vanilla orchids and pepper vines, green and climbing upon the Zanzibar apple and cinnamon trees. 

mace at Mr. Abeid's spice farm

I smelled the root of the cinnamon tree, identical to the scent of Vicks Vapo-Rub.  I squashed turmeric roots and curry leaves between my fingers leaving orange hues and spicy scents behind.  And then, Mr. Abeid, of the spice farm’s title, held out a yellow bulb, spotted brown and unassuming, and sliced it in half to expose the scarlet mace beneath.  It was my first site of it, fresh, and I was enamored.  I couldn’t take Mr. Abeid’s fresh stock home, but happily purchased a pack of his dried mace to squirrel away in my suitcase.

Nutmeg Pod Necklace, Brass

   Back in the states, I was at a bit of a loss as to how to handle the pods, preserve their color, hang them or showcase them to their fullest.  I decided they were so beautiful on their own, I would just shellac them, and drill them to affix a beautiful bail, and hang them from a simple chain.  The finished necklaces became some of my favorite pieces, attached to a wonderful memory of a far-off adventure.
  I hope to go on more adventures, acquire more materials that bring the energy of their origins with them.  Create more work, and send more out to you, with the hope that that energy carries through.

Nutmeg Pod Necklace

The Sources of Inspiration

Tanzanian flag bracelet, in Chidi's stall

In the Fall of 2010, I moved to Tanzania, Africa, for a month, to volunteer.  It was quite a change from the icy tundra of New England in late Fall, and I was glad to go!  As an artist, I was particularly interested in the town of Bagamoyo (literally, “lay down your heart”, due to its role in the slave-trade) on the Eastern coast, which has been an artists’ community for generations.  I hoped to absorb as much of the unique design, technique, and craft inherent to the local artists as I could, and possibly acquire some new, locally-made materials.

In Chidi's arts/crafts stall, with the group

   









We would meet in a local artist, Chidi’s, arts/crafts stall, set up on the side of a dirt road.  It was filled with his paintings, and jewelry, instruments, and housewares made by members of the Maasai tribe.  He was selling the items to the occasional tourist who passed by, but considering how infrequently that happened, he was willing to loan the stall to us for our morning sessions.

Coasters, laid-out on the mat in Tanzania

    Some time later, I found beautiful pairs of traditional Maasai beaded earrings, using the same technique as the coasters, at a stall in the Mwenge Craft Market, in Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania’s capitol.  They were intricate, and beautiful, and very, very large.  The style was unlike anything I owned, and I knew it’d be a bit of a challenge to find opportunities to wear them back home in Boston, but I purchased them anyway, from a Maasai vendor at the Market. 

Original earring on left, my repro on right

    But I was hooked.  The design was so beautiful and unusual, I imagined other women might want to wear it too.  And I wanted to perfect my technique, to get the wirework as neat and even as the Maasai artist had done.  I modified the technique a bit, and kept creating new pieces until I thought I’d really gotten the hang of it.
    After I lost yet another earring from a second original Maasai-made pair, I realized it was the flimsy earwires that were the culprits, and knew modifications were needed for sale to a Western audience.  While the traditional earrings were beautiful, they were created in an environment with limited resources and a different esthetic, and I wanted to utilize better quality materials like semi-precious stones, sterling silver, and rocaille glass beads.  I wanted to add a bit sparkle, for the more glamorously-inclined woman.  I began offering my pieces on Etsy, at my shop, Hieropice, and the rest was history!  I’ve been creating new and interesting versions ever since, blending different colors and altering the shape.

Cobalt and Gold Maasai Beaded Earrings by Hieropice

     The major hurtle the artisans in Bagamoyo faced was relying upon tourism to sell their work, as the locals, who have an average yearly salary of $357, cannot afford to buy it.  The minimal tourist traffic there barely supports them, and they desperately need an outlet.  They deserve it, the artists are incredibly talented, dedicated, and practiced.  I hope to, one day, return to collaborate with Maasai bead artists back in Tanzania, presenting them the new beading technique I’ve developed and new materials, and relying on their existing beading skills to create the pieces Hieropice will sell.  In this way, the artists can access a new, solid market for their work, and infuse some much-needed income into their community.  With your support, we’ll make that happen!  Thank you for it.
With lurve, Dara