In Trim

Adding to the summer theme here with some more surf-inspired jewelry.
This time influenced by the beautiful lines of a single fin and the smooth, magical feeling of gliding across a wave face in perfect trim.

Singlefin Trim Pendant new friends Singlefin Trim Pendants Magical Saturday Singlefin Trim Rock dance STAY STOKED Shown above is a custom fin made for one of my surf sisters, Arianna from Stay Stoked Photography.
Custom typography is an option for yours, too!

Singlefin Trim Necklaces, Endless Wave Rings and other mermaid delights are available in my Etsy Shop

Photo Cred for photo #6 by Jacko

Atlantic Flavor

Back to my roots this spring and summer here in New England. Combining wampum (carved from quahog shells) with seaglass and precious stones. Melding magical ingredients into bohemian, beachy, mermaid goodness.

Sea Catcher Pendant - Wampum, Turquoise and Sterling Silver Quahog Shell Cerulean Seas Pendant ++ Kingman Turquoise and Sparkly Boulder Opal Set in Fine Silver with Gorgeous Handcrafted Wampum

Long Live Rhode Trips

A little late spring cleaning... A little late spring cleaning...

Rock Guy Creations

A favorite place Still a favorite place.

Gatherer Gathering.

Until the sun goes down... Until the sun goes down.

<< Sunday Vibes >> Wake up in a fog and drive around the corner to find your front row seat and morning glass.

PrAy 4 SuRf Give thanks and pray for surf...

<< Do it all over again >>

Seashell...

A new creation and lyrics from an all-time favorite song by a dear friend. Seashell by Mica Lee Williams.

Seashell I listen well
To the stories from the sea you tell
Hold you to my ear
You put me underneath your spell
Both eyes open wide
I feel the ocean swell inside
Something in the sea that guides me
When I need to quell
And ooh I know it’s just as well
To never know the future
And ooh I ask it anyway
I listen what you say
And the best is what I pray to find
Seashell
Seashell pulled from the land
Smooth and heavy in my hand
Oracle made from the sand
And given to the brine
Oh I walk and smile
Along the shore another mile
Feel as when I was a child
I had no need for time
And ooh I know it’s just as well
To never know the future
And ooh I ask it anyway
I listen what you say
And the best is what I pray to find
Seashell

Endless Inspiration

It doesn't take much for me these days. Between surfing everyday, treasure hunting and creating - I am keeping busy and keeping very inspired. So much to do, so much to learn and so much to look forward to!

Special J Creations Logo Little Jar of Inspiration

Of Endless Waves, Seaglass and Stones

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to make jewelry out of seaglass, stones and shells. I hoarded away my beach treasures for the day that I might be able to make something amazing with them. With good luck, a good friend, and lots of hard work - the dream has materialized. Here, I present to you a few of the pieces I have created. My jewelry is available here on my Etsy Site and in Rincon, PR at the recently opened shop: Ocean State of Mind. You will also find me at Thursday Night Artwalks and Sunday mornings at the Rincon Farmer's Market thru the end of May!

Rare, Heart-shaped, Cobalt Blue Sea Glass Set in Fine Silver Bezel Balance Ring | Cowrie Shell Ring Double Bezel Adjustable Seaglass Ring Sea Heart Pendant Rare Cornflower Blue Seaglass Ring Creation of the day: Sea Tribe seaglass ring Endless Wave Rings Teal Seaglass Ring Rare Cobalt Blue Seaglass Ring - Custom Order Custom-made Seafoam Green Seaglass Ring Triple Bezel Seaglass and Seashell Ring Setting up for Artwalk in Rincon, PR
Setting up for a Thursday Night Artwalk in Rincon, PR.

And the Seasons, They Go Round and Round...

We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came
And go round and round and round in the Circle Game
~ Joni Mitchell

I have been desperately trying to update my blog with awesome news about surfing, artistic endeavors and new adventures. But every time I try, I end up writing about Amy. So fuck it. I am just going to write what needs to come out.

During my time here in Puerto Rico, I have lost one of my oldest and dearest friends to cancer.

Before I came here for the winter we had one last, glorious dinner date. Just the two of us in a little Italian restaurant in my neighborhood. That night, with a belly full of bread, I thought to myself (as I often did in the few months prior) about how lucky I was that my friend had survived breast cancer. She was in full remission and she beat it. This spring we would ride bikes. We would hang out in my van. We would have long rambling conversations. We would do everything we always did.

But then the migraines started. And then how quickly she was sick again. She was in the hospital for a while, then home briefly, back in the hospital, then home with family.

We had one last phone call. She cried a little and I tried to be positive. We did not talk about the possibility of death but I knew from the sound of her voice that she was scared and sad and that she knew things were grim. We talked about her coming to PR for a visit. The last thing I told her was that I loved her.

Per family request (and in the end we learned per Amy's request), there would be no visitors allowed once she was home. She wanted just one particular friend with her until the end. For me, that friend was a lifeline to Amy and in my eyes and at least a few others, she was an absolute angel.

Amy did not want people coming to say goodbye.
But we all said goodbye in our own way.
And before long, she was gone.

Though I am looking forward to home, I am not looking forward to the hard reality of life at home without Amy.

Amy was one of the most generous, genuine, kind-hearted souls that I may ever have had the chance to know. We were friends for two and a half decades.

Where did the time go? It went to bicycle rides, dinner dates, walks in the woods and long, long talks. Talks involving BIG questions about life, love, sex, art, being a good person, being a bad person, doing the right thing. She was obsessed with being a good person - but in the most genuine of ways. There were laughs and tears and that comfort of being with someone who knows and loves you.

The night of our last dinner date Amy borrowed a pair of my shoes because she was wearing vintage kicks. Amy was a vintage GODDESS and had opened two award-winning boutiques under the name of Artifaktori. Her shoes were not practical for walking around town. When it was time to say goodby, she accidentally left them at my house and wore mine home. I placed them in a safe spot in my room for her thinking there would be plenty of time to return them to their rightful owner.

When I arrive home, we will scatter her ashes at Walden Pond - a place that she loved to go; a place that we used to ride our bikes to and swim on hot, summer days. I will try on her shoes and walk around in them for a bit. I will keep them in a special place. I will create beautiful jewels for us all to wear made from Amy's seaglass collection which was recovered at her house after she passed away and was lovingly brought to my house by a dear, mutual friend.

All of these thoughts, memories, emotions - these things that I am trying to organize neatly into one little blog post. It is an impossible feat. But I will always lovingly look behind from where we came knowing we can never go back and cherishing every moment that I remember something funny about her or feel her presence. This seems to happen a lot. I am lucky.

In the beginning, middle, end, and back to the beginning again, love, memories and hope is all we have.