I love making jewelry. I love the jewelry I make. Therefore, selling a piece of jewelry feels like giving a beloved cat up for adoption because the new live-in boyfriend has cat allergies. The elation of extra money in the bank gets drowned in tears over the parting with my adorable, fluffy, hug-able kitty-cat.
To ease my separation anxiety, I’ve come up with several ceremonies to commemorate my good times with my Anthropomorphized Angels that are really very cathartic, and not absolutely psycho:
- I create a custom Mausoleum-esque container for the jewelry with collage impressions of said jewelry plastered all over it.
- I photograph the jewelry with its custom casket at every conceivable angle.
- I make a bunch of digital collages out of the photos mentioned above.
- I inundate the Internet with those same digital collages mercilessly until my grief is vanquished.