as some of you might know through past posts here or via the few interviews i've done, bloodmilk started 4 years ago around the time my father was killed. i had needed something to comfort me and looking towards the victorian notions of mourning jewelry and the rituals that often accompanied the loss of a loved one i began making pieces to keep myself busy, to keep my grief distracted. what i didn't know then was how bloodmilk would grow, how it would expand to included other themes and obsessions of mine. what has remained throughout my line is the deep sadness of this loss i still carry. today marks 4 years exactly and i wanted to share kymia nawabi's work 'not for long, my forlorn' which was created as a mediataion on her own father's death.
when i was in grad school joyce carol oates visited and spoke about how a great violence in a writer's life ( i went for fiction writing) will mark them and all of there subsequent work like a vicious dark cloud, crackling with creative electricity. i believe more than anything, that this is true & know i have more to say in my jewel work and other projects about the terribleness that is loss, how it transforms into a romantic idea that can leave something beautiful behind.
