The Artist's Brush

I've never been able to draw or paint a portrait, but one day I got a wild hair to throw paint onto some metal elements. I had no idea how it would turn out. I just knew I needed to feel that brush in my hand and see that paint transform the metal in ways unimaginable. 

It wasn't as easy as I'd hoped. Each piece had a mind of it's own and there was no way to predict the end result. That was the blessing and curse of it all. That creative experiment became something of an obsession - a mind-boggling, joy-inducing stress relief, virtually unmatched.  

That was nearly five years ago. Hundreds of pairs later, I've still never seen two pairs the same. That's the beauty of it - that each piece, like the woman wearing it, is a unique creation.