Dear Maker
Below you can view all of the contributions to Dear Maker in a compiled anthology.
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Dear heart .... creative maker
This thing This ring You have crafted This ode to nature Layer upon layer Is so appreciated Being put to good use It is being filled.... With joy With heart ache With sweet embraces With sunshine reflections With fairies singing to the trees With perspective, drive, missions And inspiration With love carried across the seas It is amazing how this simple thing This ring Can hold sooo much Even This ode to you and your creation Thank you Love - Tanya Dear Maker,
To the dear maker of my beloved singing bowl. Each time it rings, I think of you. Seated, cross-legged on the floor of your small, cluttered shop. The odd rampaging cow and noisy motorbike tend not to distract you from your wonderful work. I'm inspired by your calm and focus. Something that I can experience again and again with your handmade object. The blissful calm in me bows to the calm in you. Namaste. Dear Maker Mum,
words cannot express my gratitude, for you, for your making of me. to you for making me. you made me, dearly, first and foremost, and you make me ongoing. you are my maker, my dearest mum. thank you! love, me. Dear Maker,
You taught me how to imagine, design, bend, shape and make - so that I can create something from my heart, filled with meaning and love. Thank you, Robyn Dear Maker,
Thanks so much for creating the beautiful wallet that I own and love. It has perfect sections, delicious attention to detail and looks like it's straight from some magical realm that is familiar to me. I also cherish a water bottle holder in similar colours that was also created by you. These are two everyday objects that makes my life feel more special and magical for their presence. Thankyou for being such a magical creator and for being in my world. Love Mands Dear Maker,
I was given a beautiful necklace that a dear friend had found on etsy for my 25th birthday, it was yours. It is a simple but incredibly beautiful piece with a wire tree of life in the centre, on top of this incredible blue that reflects light and is given compliments a-plenty. I wish i knew where you were and where the stone came from that you worked with, so I could see more of your work and also gift them to others that I also love. Do you often work with wire on beautiful stones? Do your stones come from shells? I guess you're my favourite piece of jewellery because of simply how you feel on my chest, despite not knowing anything else about you. Its a vibe almost like a amulet, but it grounds. Hopefully one day we will cross paths at a market or proper place and I will find out more! - Kresta Lokumarambage Dear Maker, Thank you for creating a space to store my life as I journey through this bustling world. I am grateful for the time and effort you've put into your craft, although I'll never meet you to say this in person. You may be far overseas, speak another language and you'll never hear the many compliments your work receives. But I treasure your plastic carrier, saving the stolen skin of another animal from my hands. And I love the splash of violet colour you add to my everyday. I treasure the labour you've given without ever meeting the recipient. I hope you feel a sense of accomplishment from your work and take this with you as you journey through this bustling world. - Amalia Czeizler Dear Maker,
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Dear Maker,
You made a charm, a beautiful crafted charm that caused an arguement because I wanted it and my mum had just bought it for herself. She won. I wore it to her funeral, 20 years later I'm still wearing it. I can't even begin to thank you for making something that meant so much to the both of us. It has given me strength in my darkest days, shown me who my friends are and when people comment on it, it makes me smile and think of my mum. Oh maker, I wish I could meet you. Dearest Emma of Bone Lantern <3
I wear your handmade pendants as gifts to myself, the first I bought for myself as a treat several years ago now & the other my husband purchased for my birthday this year. They both really deeply comfort me! Having a bone lantern crystal pendant hanging over my heart makes my day SO much better. Whenever I wear your creations someone inevitably tells me how beautiful my necklace is & I always tell them it's hand crafted locally by the most amazing artist & you make really special one off pieces - then I tell them how to get a hold of you. Thanks for sharing your magical talents - keep it up! x - Jane Louise
Dear Maker, I am here in my bed at the rehab centre. My recent memories have left me. All day fragments slowly return. But when I sleep the they they fly away again. Yesterday my childhood friend the jeweller visited and gave me a gift. A memory prompt in the form of a gold and silver wrap around ring that sits on my left hand middle finger. I can turn the ring to summon small pieces of my recent history. We exchanged these short text messages. Me: The ring you gave me is perfect. I embraces my finger and reminds me of the warm hug that went with it. The jeweller: You remembered yay! Things are looking up. Me: Yep, I am remembering bits and pieces as they happen, But having a constant reminder is very helpful. Robin Tanner Dear Maker,
Thank you for the time you put in, the perfect tattoo. Memories of him and the loss of all he could have been, dot by dot, memorialised in my skin. The mushroom for all those mystical adventures, mycelium connecting us all, keeping us grounded. Thank you maker, for understanding I and creating something especially for me. Dear Mácia Neto,
I feel so special when I use the brooch you made with tha cacooa barn. It's beautiful! Thank you Dear dearly beloved delectable and delightful maker of my pouch,
I guess some would call it a pouch, as it is known to hang out the front in a location not dissimilar to a kangaroo and I use it to hold my most precious of things. I usually call it a doof belt by reflex as that's what it is to me. Truth be told though, as we left Australia, it's been a long time since either of us have been to a doof. Plenty of festivals sure, but Australia is the home of the doof and the word just kind of confuses some people around these parts in the Americas. I do get many compliments on it, and if I set my mind back the comment usually signs something like "I love your pouch" or "that's a beautiful pouch" or "what a great pouch, where'd you get it" to which I'm always proud to answer that my friend in Australia made it for me, then I usually can't help myself but add that I swapped it for a tutu. The whole concept sounds like a bizarre transaction going on in faeryland. To fantastical faeries like you and I, it's actually business though isn't it. One beautiful custom made item in exchange for another, it's called bartering, although I've always thought that I did considerably better out of this deal. Now as I sit on a bus bumping along the roads of the Amazon I'm so grateful to have such a thing of beauty secured around my waist. It currently holds my wallet, passport, headphones, some hand sanitizer, my phone charger, some colombian pesos, a ticket to this bus and a little bit of toilet paper. My phone would ordinarily be in there but I'm using it to type this letter to you. It's actually amazing how much fits in there, I remember when I first got it at Rainbow Serpent and on the last night I pulled all manner of crazy things out of there, including massage oil, I felt like the Mary Poppins of the doof world. There's a certain kind of security I feel in keeping my precious items in there, I suspect you cast some sort of spell of extra protection to keep them safe, as I haven't had an issue yet. I like it better than wearing one of those travel/hiking brands of bum bag come security belts, a little more obvious but oh so much prettier and a thousand times more stylish in my opinion. Sometimes I forget how gorgeous is, taking it for granted that my life is full of such beauty. Then I have moments such as just now where I look down at the amethyst and the lovingly stitched leather leaf and I feel so incredibly proud and grateful to wear such a thing. I'm so glad that we did this exchange before I went vegan as to obtain such a thing these days puts my head into such ethical turmoil, even though I'm pretty sure you only use recycled leather anyway. Now that I already own it, it's actually a waste of that poor cow's life if I get rid of it now. I send lots of love to that cow and thank it for giving it's life so that I can wear such a beautiful and functional object. So I thank you from the bottom of my heart for creating such an amazing piece just for me, you're truly a magician and an extremely talented maker. Keep up the good work. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Much love, Fiona Neville Ps. I probably jumped the gun when I got you to adjust it to make it smaller, it turns out I didn't lose too much more weight, but I thank you for humouring me. Dear Maker,
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Dear Maker,
you made this gorgeous hat for your daughter to keep her warm during the winter times, and you made it large enough to give her dreads a home. I know this cause she told me... lovingly... as she gave it to me for free at our local market. She didn't need it anymore because she'd cut off her hair... but was so happy to see it go to someone who would love it as tenderly as she did. I love the stories of things being passed from one generation of "owners" to the next. I'm so grateful I found it, or it found me... that it was made for someone else's circumstances which just so happen to synchronise gorgeously with my own. I know how hard it is to find a hat that fits a head of dreads! So Dear Maker Mum, you did so well... a gentle weave unforgiving but so perfect in its foibles. It is beautiful. Stunning combinations of burgundy and vibrant mustard and green interwoven. The perfect colours for me. For me, at this exact time in my life. You are exactly what I want in a hat. Exactly what I'd have liked my Mum to make me if she was a knitter. And it's fine that she's not, cause I had you as a proxy-mum to make the beautiful thing that eventually wormed its way to me. I particularly dote on the plaited tassel bit that comes off the beret-like top.. It makes me feel french, and like a little kid. A little kid with a massive head of dreads.
One day a few weeks ago, I lost your hat.. just like a little kid who forgets their things on a playground.. I felt a bit like I lost a limb I didn't know I had.. I had worn it steadfastly for months. And then it was gone, just as quickly as it came into my life. I wish I didn't loose it, but I'm super grateful I got to experience it for a time. A life cycle. I'm a bit sad that the next person to find it doesn't get to carry on the story of it's origins. But it was a lesson in non-attachment, in enjoying the temporal nature of things and places. That hat was for a time in my life. That's what you taught me, Dear Maker (from a distance and entirely unintentionally) - to enjoy something for a time, and then let it go. Thank you.
you made this gorgeous hat for your daughter to keep her warm during the winter times, and you made it large enough to give her dreads a home. I know this cause she told me... lovingly... as she gave it to me for free at our local market. She didn't need it anymore because she'd cut off her hair... but was so happy to see it go to someone who would love it as tenderly as she did. I love the stories of things being passed from one generation of "owners" to the next. I'm so grateful I found it, or it found me... that it was made for someone else's circumstances which just so happen to synchronise gorgeously with my own. I know how hard it is to find a hat that fits a head of dreads! So Dear Maker Mum, you did so well... a gentle weave unforgiving but so perfect in its foibles. It is beautiful. Stunning combinations of burgundy and vibrant mustard and green interwoven. The perfect colours for me. For me, at this exact time in my life. You are exactly what I want in a hat. Exactly what I'd have liked my Mum to make me if she was a knitter. And it's fine that she's not, cause I had you as a proxy-mum to make the beautiful thing that eventually wormed its way to me. I particularly dote on the plaited tassel bit that comes off the beret-like top.. It makes me feel french, and like a little kid. A little kid with a massive head of dreads.
One day a few weeks ago, I lost your hat.. just like a little kid who forgets their things on a playground.. I felt a bit like I lost a limb I didn't know I had.. I had worn it steadfastly for months. And then it was gone, just as quickly as it came into my life. I wish I didn't loose it, but I'm super grateful I got to experience it for a time. A life cycle. I'm a bit sad that the next person to find it doesn't get to carry on the story of it's origins. But it was a lesson in non-attachment, in enjoying the temporal nature of things and places. That hat was for a time in my life. That's what you taught me, Dear Maker (from a distance and entirely unintentionally) - to enjoy something for a time, and then let it go. Thank you.