The Erratics

When I first starting making jewelry, I was frustrated by the lack of interesting cabochons cut in shapes that weren't "oval" or "a bigger oval". It took me a while, but I realized that the people selling the few interesting cabs were also cutting them themselves. If they could do it, why couldn't I? So, I joined my local rock club (HGMS.org), and learned to cut rocks.
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Cutting cabs is an incredibly meditative activity. It requires focus, but allows for background brain processing. It's rhythmic, it's methodical, it's really really loud, and it's pure therapy.
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And it also gives you the chance to find the story inside the stone. This piece of chrysocolla is one I cut myself. I got lucky with a cool slice (slab) to find this river running through it. It's one of my favorite cabs, and it would be harder for me to let go if I didn't have it's neighbor sitting in my drawer waiting for another project.
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I'm calling this line the Erratics. Erratics are boulders that hitched rides on glaciers and got dropped off in places far from home. No actual Erratics were harmed in the making of these pieces, but they just look like big rocks surfing along on a bit of glacier, so the name fit...