Friday, May 27, 2011

Dusty moth wings





Satin taupe dreams, an antique skeleton key, fragile moth wings.  A Victorian chatelaine made of dust and revery.  

I found these smokey quartz briolettes in a swap meet last month, I've never seen anything like them.  Cloudy and pale they shimmer with the most amazing internal glow.  I have been drawn to quiet corners and fragile things of late.  This need for peace and serenity is being manifested through the soft hues of Corvid.  

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