The collection is ready! (but what's happening out there?!)
It's January! If you'd have shown me the News headlines from this New Year last New Year, I would have been blown away. We are living in...
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Lydia Niziblian
- Dec 1, 2020
- 3 min
Faint - 'How much?'
In Welsh it's pronounced 'vynt', with a hard 'i' sound. I'm glad I heard it before seeing it written down, or I think my set connotations...
Lydia Niziblian
- Nov 6, 2020
- 2 min
Gwybod. Things are getting exciting.
Gwybod (goo-bod) means 'to know'. I like the word very much indeed, it feels nice to say. Having said that, it gives me a kind of creepy...
Lydia Niziblian
- Oct 26, 2020
- 2 min
Llaeth - an update
The Llaeth/Milk piece is ready to go to be hallmarked now. It is a legal requirement for silver pieces this heavy to be sent to an assay...
Lydia Niziblian
- Oct 19, 2020
- 2 min
Hwyl!
Hwyl (pronounced like oil with H at the start), was the second word I chose to make into a piece of jewellery, and the most definite...
Lydia Niziblian
- Oct 2, 2020
- 2 min
Yn Barod!
It's been an incredibly busy month. I am probably around a third of the way through making the pieces for the exhibition. I'm taking...
Lydia Niziblian
- Sep 11, 2020
- 2 min
When I was little, way before I was diagnosed as autistic...
...the reasons I thought I wasn't like other people included; 1: I was an Aquarian, and therefore weird. 2: I probably was going to be...
Lydia Niziblian
- Sep 9, 2020
- 2 min
Pili-Pala
Pili-Pala (sometimes seen without the hyphenation) is the Welsh for Butterfly, and a fantastic word it is too. My immediate response to...
Lydia Niziblian
- Aug 18, 2020
- 3 min
Llaeth
Two of the shapes that will be in this jewellery collection popped into my head pretty much fully formed. One of them is Llaeth, meaning...
Lydia Niziblian
- Aug 6, 2020
- 1 min
Dechrau: update
Having explored my least favourite textures, the felt itself isn't visually as successful as I want in invoking the sensory...
Lydia Niziblian
- Aug 1, 2020
- 4 min
Sensory Memory #2: Love of my life
Mrs Russell, or as she is/was in my head 'my Russy', was Norah May Russell. Russy lived next door to us. She was my best friend, she...
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