I apologize for the poor quality of the pics... I am using my computer camera...
These are glass oak leaves made from Boro glass and fumed with silver, wrapped in copper wire... this is my first attempt to make a garland using my oak leaves, normally, when I make oak leaves I string them as sun catchers or wind chimes... Here, I am showing the garland wrapped around a whisky decanter...
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Quite beautiful.
Those are gorgeous, the copper blends so well with the mixture of red tones in the leaves, thank you for showing us.
Thank you... I like the copper and glass too, it adds a nice contrast between the metal and glass... I will try to post more pics as I do more pieces...
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Magic hands!
“Fools” said I, “You do not knowSilence like a cancer growsHear my words that I might teach youTake my arms that I might reach you”But my words like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wells of silence : Simon & Garfunkel
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Stunning!
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To compare with pure imagination.
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If you truly wish to be.~ Willy Wonka
Gorgeous!
We'll burn that bridge when we come to it.
Aww, Thanks you guys
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
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