You want to know about me?
Okay, I’ll start with a few of my favorite things: (And yes, The Sound of Music happens to be one of them.)
• The smell of low tide. I grew up with it, and think it’s second to none. Fragrant blossoms can take a seat, and let drying seaweed and rotting shellfish scent the air. It’s entirely possible that I’m just a product of growing up on Boston Hahbah, in it’s 1980′s polluted heyday, but still. I love it.
• Snowy nights. They’re blissful, with their surprising brightness and even more notable silence. They make me want rehash my mountaineering days, but I don’t, because these days I’m happier just marveling at the sparkly blanket of undisturbed snow. But get me to a rock wall (hold the ice, please) and I’ll climb that sucker with gusto.
•The clever things my daughters do that I wish I had thought of. Like making a leash for the chickens and taking them for walks (talk about a conversation starter). Or turning our jar of flour into Flour Beach. They are a constant motivation for me to keep a fresh perspective on my surroundings. My crafty kiddos are also my creative heroes.
• Hands. I don’t know what it is, but I have a thing for hands. Rough hands that are put to good use. Strong hands. I’m talking about hands that do life’s work, and show the wear and tear to prove it. I love putting my own hands to work, too, to feel and manipulate and create. With some metal in my hands, I will revel in its resistance when I bend it, and the give when I hammer it. I will shape it, file it, pierce it, and solder it, and make it into something striking. Yes I will.
Wait. You want to know about how I came around to have a jewelry biz? Fair enough. It goes something like this:
•BFA in Fine Art, because I never wanted to be anything but an artist
•A few graphic design jobs, while I dreamed of making a living selling my own art, that I made with my own hands, not a computer.
•Home with babies, because I could do nothing else but ooh and ahh over my kids for a while there
•Metals classes to save my sanity, because the aforementioned oohing and ahhing eventually got old, much to my surprise
•AG Ambroult was born. Now I regularly send my creations out into the big, wide world, and as a bonus, I get to play with silver, fire, and tools all day
You can have a peek in to the messiness of parts of that journey here.