Olga. © Katrina Newman

Someone once said to me that the works of art I produce are like my children.  This so strongly resounded within me that nearly 20 years later I think about it every time I prepare to sell my work.

Over Christmas I was pleased to sell some earrings and when I was packaging them up there was that familiar sentiment, a pensive moment, I may never see or touch these pieces again, that a person not known to me will wear a small piece of me, of art made by me.  I have also a secret thrill, that possibly one day I may be enchanted to meet these people on the road, anywhere, and be able to say, ‘Hi, I made that. Do you enjoy it?’

I make my little pieces for my pleasure, in the hope that one day someone will also treasure them. That they be loved and respected by their new owners.