a place to witness the growth and decay of ideas

# pinterest-board

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❀ resources for metalsmiths

/ wax carvers

/ metal smith society

/ andrew berry youtube

/ the art of metalsmithing youtube

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ᴀ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏꜱ

 

𐃘 a poem about pressure

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My dentist told me I've been grinding too hard
putting my teeth under too much pressure
that they'll crack and crumble and I'll be left one day with a mouthful of rubble
But if I grit hard enough and with enough force
maybe they'll turn into diamonds
and I could flog them off to whoever bids highest
A geological marvel with a mouthful of sparkle
borne from the pressure I put on myself
Erode the edges of enamel as ridges crash over each other making the most disgusting sound
Not that I would know
I'm asleep through this clash of bones
but in my dreams I am pulling at my jaw trying desperately to stop the fracture from starting in my tooth
cracking all the way up and splitting me in two
So I wake up
just as the pressure gets too much
instead of diamonds they turn to dust

𐃘 some words on loss

𖦹

You were in such a hurry
and maybe making a leap of faith was the most reasonable thing to do
Choosing for yourself than the world choosing for you
Your poetry and my protest downstream from each other but nothing I could say would add a thing
This feeling is all I'll ever have
I've tried to explain it with logic but when has that ever made sense
I feel her beating when I hold a hand up to my chest

# mini portfolio

𐃘 lessons from a gardener

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This garden will grow without me
They know the earth deeper than I and if conditions I provide aren't suitable they won't thrive
And that's ok
Not everything I water will grow
and not every seed I'll sow
I should give space to let things happen at their own pace for I am not their god and sometimes wanting just isn't enough
Perhaps I could let things grow wild and allow chaos to enter
Release this violent attachment to the things of life and embrace simply being
passionately being
This garden will grow without me
but still I come to tend
I can't help myself
I'll search in the soil
Through the brambles and cleavers
I'll pull the spurge but leave the willow herb because it's sweet
What am I looking for?
To find god in the compost heap?
This garden will grow without me
and from that wilderness will come a balance and I will realise that this is how it's meant to be

𐃘 will you teach me how to swim?

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Will you teach me how to swim?

It’s embarrassing to say the least
And it scares the living shit out of me
So obviously I must dive head first into this great unknown
Just to see what happens

I don’t deny its beauty
But I can’t fully appreciate it when I have become stagnant
And so much opportunity lies elsewhere
A self imposed responsibility kept me tied to this coast
And suddenly when it decided to leave, the world became my oyster

And there is so much comfort in the soil
Tethered to my place
But there is always something missing
It creeps through the undergrowth, searching for contact
Desperately seeking connection to keep going
A little spark is all it takes for it to bloom
And those blooms are so special but so brief
So few and far between

Will you teach me how to swim?

I can get a bit overwhelmed
And to be fair
I think we evolved out of the ocean for a reason
But if I have to go back let it be calm, let it be peaceful
Because once those waves come in
My thoughts will turn to lead
And I will sink to where not even light can reach

Is it so wrong to want it to be easy?
Why would I risk my love for breathing?
The bind that kept me moored here has long worn away
And soon I’ll have no choice but to let go
And pray that I float

Before I become buried in place
Unable to grow in suffocating comfort
I think I need a hand

Will you teach me how to swim?