
This piece was built around a fragment of sea glass I found on the beach several years ago. I created less of a narrative in my head about it, as it already brought its own story: a shard of something functional was weathered by natural processes. It went into the ocean, was scoured by the water, salt, and sand, and was returned smooth and polished: a gem.
It represents how our life experiences can erode us: We break and crumble to bits, but we can gently tumble and spin, and return even more beautiful as something new.
I set the glass as you would a precious stone, into some knitting, and I began knitting a house for it suggesting a bottle from which it might have originated. No sketch was needed.





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