Kristen Robinson

She Sings

 

Quietly she enters the room and takes her place at the pianoforte. Those in her presence know the exquisite nature of her voice for when her words take flight all in her presence become mesmerized by the beauty and luster of the world around them. 

 
As her voice dances with the notes flowing from the instrument the hopes and wishes of all those taking in the beauty of the moment mingle. Dancing to the sky, intertwining with one another the moment is unlike any other. Like a pearl unique to itself her talent, her voice her beauty is unsurpassed. She Sings.

Faith

 Faith has to do with things that are not seen, and hope with things that are not in hand. Saint Thomas Acquinas. 
I find myself pondering a lot these days. My morning writing is evolving and my words reflect my hopes and wishes for our Little Man as well as the future as a whole. During my scribing I found myself thinking about the topic of faith and the fact that it often represents something entirely different to each of us. For some it is a religious centered belief and for others it might be a spiritual connection tied to the earth. In both instances I believe faith holds the hands of both hope and belief for it is when we carry all three that we succeed in passing on gifts to those in our lives and often times those we have never met. It is faith that guides me and a hope to do good for others that molds my thinking and actions.

 
With faith there comes a belief in something greater than what is happening in the moment we are living; a hope that others will journey with us, working with one another with the goal of greater tomorrows. The links of the future are built from the faith we carry in ourselves and in one another.

 
When we carry faith in our hearts for ourselves and others we can climb the highest mountains, face the most difficult challenges, cross the roughest terrain and guide our goals home. Out of these thoughts "Faith" was born a piece not tied to one stream of thinking but rather a symbol of what guides our hearts whatever our beliefs might be. As I await the rise of the sun I go forward with faith in my heart, hope in my soul and a belief that all things are possible when we work together for the greater good.

Next Steps - Licensing 101

  

  

There are things in life that remain a mystery no matter how much research I do. After hours of compiling information, addresses and tips, I feel as though I am still on the doorstep of licensing knocking loudly with no answer.

The how is the hard of it, and honestly I know I am not the only artist asking these questions. While there is a great amount of commentary out in the world stating licensing seems to happen at a time when one is not seeking it, I find it incomprehensible to sit back and wait - or maybe this is impatience either way it comes with a huge dose of determination.

So off I go back onto the information highway via carriage of hopes knowing I will eventually  find that one tip or answer that will allow me to take my jewelry onto the next step. Licensing gurus of the world here I come!

A Tea Party Surprise

 
Saturday my darling Mom surprised me with a lovely tea party made up of my closet friends and local family. The day was amazing and meant so much to me words can hardly explain the depth of emotion I feel when reflecting. The tea was held at the historical Walker House located in San Dimas. The home which was built as a hotel in the 1800's recently received a multi-million dollar renovation. 

 
The staff and Chef of Saffron, the restaurant which is housed within the home went above and beyond the call of duty for us. As we dined on delicacy such as scones, clotted cream, canales, tea sandwiches, cakes and purses and bowls of amazing fruit.

 
 

 
During the party I wore a darling party hat my sister sweetly bestowed on me as well as a delicate crown Kelly B gifted me with. What fun it was to interchange the two throughout the day.

 
After dining on all of the amazing treats a lovely parcel which contained an artistic creation was placed within my hands. 

 

For now I give you only a snippet however very soon there will be a new post in which you will see each artistic detail. Needless to say my eyes welled with tears and my heart was full of emotion and gratitude. 

 
 

Ruth and Kim surprised me with the arrival of Holly who taught us all how to create a darling Regency necklace which I adore. 

 
 

Jenny  and I are modeling are new creations. Holly supplied us with the best beads and baubles not to mention lace and trim that was lovely.

 
 

As the day drew to a close I was overwhelmed by the love and inspiration each of these amazing women gift me with each and every day. I feel like the luckiest person in the world. 

First Row (from right to left) 

My Mom, Me, My Grandmother, Jenny

Second Row (from right to left) 

Pilar, Heather (my little sister), Kristi

Third Row

Joy, Kim, Kelly, Ruth , Holly

Not Shown Miss Kelly B as she adjourned a wee bit early.

To all of you THANK YOU! To my darling Mom and Sweet Dad thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for everything!!!

PS More photos can be found here in my Flickr Account.

One Last Spooky Batch

 
  

It is official I am in the process of creating one last batch of spooky Halloween treats. I have to admit I am going to miss the wee witches and batty bats. The season always goes so quickly. I always enter it with the highest hopes of watching Sleepy Hollow repeatedly and brewing batches of mulled cider. Perhaps this weekend a bit of holiday cheer will run amuck. 

Bats and baubles are dancing about the studio as I type awaiting my return. Time to get back to work as I can hear the witch beckoning me to add a wee bit of bling to her. Off to my cauldron I must go for my new pieces must be completed tonight. 

 

40

 

The year of "40" has officially begun. As I awoke on Thursday morning I am not sure what I expected but somehow I thought I would feel different. Not really older just different; perhaps wiser and enlightened. I struggled with myself hoping for that one thing that would set this birthday apart from others. 

In my pondering I realized how much our celebrations evolve in our lifetime, as children it is about the gifts and the cake (okay it is still about the cake). Party favors and games consume the day while balloons and cheers fill the air. As I looked around the table at my family I felt a moment of emotion wash over me; this is what the day was about. The journey to 40 has been filled with amazing and wonderful days, moments and milestones. I am anxious to see what the next 40 years hold.

In my search for that moment of meaning I formulated an idea. A wish jar, just for me. 40 wee hearts will each hold one wish some small and some that are mighty. As I each wish is completed it will find itself nestled within the confines of its mates housed in lovely jar. I promise to keep you posted as my wishes come true. Now I must be off to fill my 40 hearts with 40 wishes. 

Think Good Thoughts - Lisa

We all have friends that we wish we could see more, spend more time with and enjoy the bliss of their friendship. Lisa Guerin is that friend.  

Lisa has a knack for bestowing a smile on each and every person; while there are many who do this it is the sincerity and heartfelt nature in which Lisa shares herself that is the most important element. Like her artwork each moment that is spent with her is filled with detail and happiness. 

 

 I have great admiration for this amazing lady who is not only a darling friend but an amazing artist who lives her life paying attention to all of the details and always thinking good thoughts! 

Trick or Treat - Spooky Sale in My Etsy Store

  

A broomstick flies across the moon this must mean it will be All Hallows Eve very soon. It seems this year the spirits   have arrived a wee bit early; perhaps they are anxious to be made over into something a bit girlie.

Bats, and witches, black cats and more have found their way through my studio door. A dash of glitter over Mr. Bat and he is fit to wear with any pointy black hat. I find I am full of desire to create as each sweet silhouette does more than inspire. My cauldron of resin, my books of ghostly words sit quite askew as I travel through this Halloween array.

   

The black bird outside my window beckons me to look, it is as if he is saying "open the Poe book". Wrapping my wire, and aging galore spooky accessories for all to adore. To purchase one of these wickedly delightful creations visit my Etsy Store. 

  

 

In Dreams

 

She always pondered where her dreams would carry her. She dreams of ballrooms and teas, orchestra's and books. She longs for carriage rides on a country estate all the while thriving on the comfort of home. She dreams of scones and clotted cream, pasties and meat pies.

 

She dreams of moments of beauty and grace, calm and even those moments filled with a slight frenzy. She dreams of a time that has slipped away. A time when eloquence and manners were held in the highest regard. A time when tradition ran deep. She dreams.

Note: As you can see I am deep in creating jewelry. Many pieces in my silhouette series will be retired in 2010 however I promise a large quantity of baubles of this nature will travel with me this weekend to Glitterfest as well as in November to Blissfest. See you all soon! 

After Tonight

  
 

He bent to whisper in her ear. “Come with me, they play a waltz.”

She shuddered. “I cannot. You know it is impossible for me to be held in your arms.”

“Come we will rendezvous in the orangery they will never see us leave.”

Turning her head she found him staring into her eyes silently pleading for this moment, this memory. Hesitantly she slipped her hand into his feeling the warmth of his un-gloved palm radiate through the sheer lace that covered her small hand. They were hands of a gentleman. A gentleman shunned by his peers while adored and sought after by ladies who found tales of his daring lifestyle to be fascinating and seductive.

The two silently slipped through the large glass door leading them into a botanical haven that glowed in the light of the moon.

Gathering her in his arms, ignoring all society strictures, he pulled her close, allowed her to feel his strength cocooned her in his warmth.

She shivered not from the cool air but the intensity of the moment for it was pregnant with an intangible substance.

Moving together as one, clinging to each other knowing this would be the last time the two of them would be a mournful silence surrounded them. Tomorrow he would flee to what everyone would believe was his country estate, while family and friends awaiting the grand wedding that was to take place in less than a fortnight would consume her.

He heard as the last string of the waltz filled the air, all too soon the magic of the moment was gone. They stood holding each other each with bated breath, each wishing the waltz had stretched a life time.

It was he who slowly pulled away looking down at her head which she could not lift, it was as though the weight of her silent tears burdened her so much she lacked the strength to move let alone look him in the eyes.

“My Love.” He whispered. “Please look at me, just one last time let me see the love in your eyes.”

Drawing every ounce of strength she had within her she drew her head up and looked within his grey eyes.

“I cannot do this, I cannot say goodbye.” As she uttered the words she felt as if her heart was being ripped from her body.

“You must. We must.” Closing the distance between them he tilted her chin and place one last kiss upon her lips.  

Later as she entered her private quarters she found the small box under her pillow. Inside the box a necklace that would forever serve as a memento of their undying love. A note attached read;

Forever I will love you.

Forever Yours.