I'm feeling nostalgic today. Nostalgic for my family on the other 
side of the world and Australia, nostalgic for the past and weirdly 
enough, for the future that hasn't arrived yet. It's not a big deal, I'm just 
checking myself before wrecking myself, reevaluating, readjusting my 
expectations and plans in life.  
Nostalgia makes me think mostly of an idyllic past, moments frozen in time that hold some form of perfection in my mind. In
 our current unstable economic and political environment, it's become 
quite common to recede into the past, to grasp for an idyllic moment 
from it and hold on for dear life in the hope we get transported to a 
better place.  
This better place for some people means going back to simpler times. What
 simpler time than your childhood, or in contrast, your twilight years? 
Beginning and end, you come full circle and at both stages understand 
the universal truth that less is more. You appreciate the smaller things
 in life and delight in them. Your needs are simple and not overshadowed
 by desires or wants. It's just that somewhere in between, life just got
 complicated and you may have forgotten to look at the big picture.
Humanity
 is going through a shift, or maybe it's just the latest trend. Either 
way, people are realising the way we've been living our lives for the 
last 100-odd years is not sustainable for the long run. (Some) people 
are unsatisfied and growing a conscience. They're considering the world 
around them and in what state they want to leave it in for their successors. Reduce, recycle, reuse are words we now commonly hear.
My
 friend Em was telling me a bunch of her friends are going as far as 
ditching their corporate jobs [insert me here] and turning to artisanal 
crafts [insert her other friends here]. Cheese making; pop up dining 
experiences showcasing locally produced ingredients; knitting; community
 gardens; baking; jam making; pickling and fermenting. The list goes on.
 I'm just pulling on my grandma cardigan and the scarf my mum knit for 
me, before jumping on the bandwagon.
The
 other challenge some are tackling is how to turn waste or existing 
items into products we can (re)use. There's the dude that turns soft drink bottles into lights for huts; the garbage warrior eco architect; and now a 
whole industry dedicated to utilising trash and third world country labour to make household or fashion items. 
So
 I'm doing my very small and insignificant part. In my travels the last couple of years I've come across the 
growing trend of using cutlery to make bespoke jewellery pieces. It's 
not life changing or saving the world, but instead a clever idea to use 
materials that would otherwise be discarded.
In
 Berlin last year I headed to an arts and craft market held, ironically 
enough, inside a derelict, abandoned department store.
I 
bought this ring made from a spoon. 
What I love about it is the organic,
 round shape and how comfortably it sits on my finger. 
Earlier
 in Manhattan this year, I visited the Brooklyn Flea Market pop up held 
in the Chelsea Market. I bought this ring made from the bottom half of a
 fork. 
I love the directional lines and how I can wear it differently 
depending on my mood.
I 
look at my rings when I wear them and think of my amazing trips to 
Berlin and New York, then wonder who used this cutlery before and what 
they ate with it.
What I'm 
getting at is that I too, like other people, am changing. I don't care 
what brand I'm wearing or how much I paid for it. What moves and 
motivates me is the story behind it. Did someone spend their precious 
time (we all know what a commodity this now is) making this with their 
hands? Was this item something else before; I wonder who used it; where 
it has been and where it's from? Who made it and how did they learn the 
skills to make it? 
Mastery
 is king and in a world that's consumed with meaningless, mass consumption and being busy,
 it's nice to know people still take the time to put love, mastery and 
craft into something.
 
 
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