and so, maybe: maybe metal hides some other way of Expression. Maybe: in seeing it move under the hammer blows, in colours that change at the heat of the fire; in the forcing of bends, or tips or blades inside it - or against it. In taking it out of the acid, matt - silvery. In polishing it with Love. In letting it standing out strong, and contrasting, against fabric and skin and hair: extending lines of force, pushing the beholder's eyes - or yours - deeper, Inside.
It's an Art by itself - even if "minor" and mistreated: and she needs affection. Yes - affection.
Hi!, I'm Davide. I try to be a metalsmith. My other vices was good prose, and is powerlifting.
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The most intricated

So she asked me two pieces for her sister's marriage, for to wear with a yellow-tinted dress; we opted for a necklace and a bangle. Then she saw Gatsy at the cinema, and fell in love with an aigrette [it took me some time to figure its name: not a tiara, not a diadema: an aigrette]. Obviously I'm not such a powerful stonesetter: so I'm working more on the lines of hammered metal and small cabos: with almost no griffe-settings. Chosen materials are - probably - pinchbeck, chalcedony, peridot, citrine quartz and - maybe? - glass. And a black sapphire if I can find one again.
Here's a picture of the infamous Gatsby aigrette - its real name's "The Savoy Headpiece". Courtesy of the Tiffany tumblr site.

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