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Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit / In the middle of her web, which spreadeth wide: / If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, / She feels it instantly on every side.

Link: Carl Dern Studio: Chandeliers: Cobweb.

"Karen was interested in using some of the more stylized plant forms that Carl had developed for his Louis Dore cast bronze tables. Carl welded three bronze branches together in a radial form, then patinated them to bring them back to the feeling of old weathered branches. Karen wove semi-precious stones to create the look found in the dark rooms of an old manor once forgotten, and now rediscovered.

Cast bronze branches tied with metal rope, draped with webs of serpentine, rock crystal, peridot, citrine, carnelian, calcite, and jasper." -Carl Dern Studio

Title Quote: Sir John Davies


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Beautiful

Love it! It reminds me of an assignment in a photography course: We were told you don't need to to some exotic sight to great shot. Take a few steps outside your own front door and find a shot. Open your eyes!

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