Pinwheels spin with colors that sparkle in the skies. Around they go, up and down, by and by. Children running as fast as they can, holding their pinwheels high in the sky. Oh, to be young again, to feel the air rush by as I run with the pinwheel in my hand. Watching the colors change as they spin. Feeling the sun on my face, freedom of running place to place. Pinwheel spin as fast as you can, for time is short, and the winds of change will come about. Children will soon grow up, and leave their childhood dreams behind. Pinwheel, with you arches bowed, catch the wind and fly away home, where timeless toys are there, and children who never got to grow up, will run in the wind with you in their tiny hands, spin with colors that sparkle in the sky forever catching the wind by and by.
My Plastic Body Series art jewelry collection is made from salvaged Barbie doll parts in combination with hand-fabricated sterling silver and resins. My work examines and celebrates our relationship with the icon known simply as: Barbie.
I've been creating work in this collection for over 15 years. My jewelry is sold across the US and internationally and is sought after by art jewelry collectors, Barbie nostalgics, and bold individuals alike. The Plastic Body Series has been published in numerous books and has garnered international press coverage in the worldʼs top Art, fashion and design magazines.
I hope you enjoy my work. To see more please visit my website: www.margauxlange.com
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3 comments:
that is pretty amazing! It looks great on your finger too! I am super excited to see it in person! :)
Pinwheel
by Jim Mack Rainey
Pinwheels spin with colors that sparkle
in the skies.
Around they go, up and down, by and by.
Children running as fast as they can, holding
their pinwheels high in the sky.
Oh, to be young again, to feel the air rush
by as I run with the pinwheel in my hand.
Watching the colors change as they spin.
Feeling the sun on my face, freedom of
running place to place.
Pinwheel spin as fast as you can, for time
is short, and the winds of change will come
about.
Children will soon grow up, and leave their
childhood dreams behind.
Pinwheel, with you arches bowed, catch the
wind and fly away home, where timeless toys
are there, and children who never got to grow
up, will run in the wind with you in their tiny
hands, spin with colors that sparkle in the sky
forever catching the wind by and by.
Thanks guys!
Wow- that pinwheel poem is AWESOME! Love it. Thanks so much for sharing it!
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