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Reclaiming Power Necklace

Price

€50.00

White and black hand made polymer clay beads with a single red bead making an impact. We dare to stand out, don't we?
Hand made with stainless steel details.
Back extension included.

Quantity

Only 1 left in stock

ITEMS SOLD
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My sister from another mister rocking her Reclaiming Power Necklace and Mismatched Heart Earrings.
Girl, you are gorgeous and I adore you.
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#polymerclayjewelery #zagreb #kreativninakit #ogrlica #hrvatskidizajn

ITEMS SOLD
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My sister from another mister rocking her Reclaiming Power Necklace and Mismatched Heart Earrings.
Girl, you are gorgeous and I adore you.
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#polymerclayjewelery #zagreb #kreativninakit #ogrlica #hrvatskidizajn

SOLD

Handmade beads in color, black/white and pattern. This necklace is one of a kind artisan piece you can wear proudly.
Hand made with a lot of sparkling passion in Croatia. Stainless steel details, with extension on the back.
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Find it on www.senkamaya.com
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#polymerclayjewelery #beadedjewelry #handmadenecklace #creativejewelry #artisanjewelry

SOLD

Handmade beads in color, black/white and pattern. This necklace is one of a kind artisan piece you can wear proudly.
Hand made with a lot of sparkling passion in Croatia. Stainless steel details, with extension on the back.
.
Find it on www.senkamaya.com
.
#polymerclayjewelery #beadedjewelry #handmadenecklace #creativejewelry #artisanjewelry

Whoa! Yellow smiley face coated in glossy epoxy on an expandable stainless steel ring base. What else would a happy person want? Nothing really, slap on some nice nail polish and put a coffee in that joyful hand. Be merry on your way, you free spirit badass.
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Each smiley face is a little different, made within 3 days after purchase just for you!
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Find it on senkamaya.com / link in bio
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#smiley #smileyface #smileyfacering #polymerclayring #emojiring

Whoa! Yellow smiley face coated in glossy epoxy on an expandable stainless steel ring base. What else would a happy person want? Nothing really, slap on some nice nail polish and put a coffee in that joyful hand. Be merry on your way, you free spirit badass.
.
Each smiley face is a little different, made within 3 days after purchase just for you!
.
Find it on senkamaya.com / link in bio
.
#smiley #smileyface #smileyfacering #polymerclayring #emojiring

Happy Friday. I made some cool hats. Here they are 💕
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Hope you like.
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#fashiondesigner #hats #frenchberet #sewingproject #sewinginspiration

Happy Friday. I made some cool hats. Here they are 💕
.
Hope you like.
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#fashiondesigner #hats #frenchberet #sewingproject #sewinginspiration

You’re an average artist - he said. You think too highly of yourself. Words pierced sharply through my heart.
You do understand this sentence will push me into a black hole - I asked. You do realise it will take hours, if not days, to feel good again.
I put the phone down. Sat, rolled a cigarette. Wrote a poem describing the depth of my misery. Then a thought helped me: Who is the authority on what makes good art? Who is in charge of opinions? Do you decide? No.
I went to pee then. An intense feeling rose inside of me: I want to paint. But, I want to explore, I want to do bad art. No rules. Just me, the canvas and the color. Whatever it brings.
This auto portrait is the first painting I am ever putting to sale. Attaching a dollar, euro price tag to it. Claiming bad art as life. Because it makes me feel good. Because it makes me feel free. Expansive. Alive. Hopeful that life makes sense. That the battles we go through in the end reach a point where we put them into one medal that we wear on our chest, claiming: I survived. I thrived. I learned. I’m alive. After that, I entered the process I now call: Bad art. I even made a slogan: Bad art for good people. I thanked, in the end, in my heart, in the deep core, for the words I was given. They made me expand. I would also like to extend gratitude to my Angels who guarded me through feeling the liberation in the critique. Thank you.
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#artistsoﬁnstagram #badart #selfportrait #canvaspainting #firstpainting

You’re an average artist - he said. You think too highly of yourself. Words pierced sharply through my heart.
You do understand this sentence will push me into a black hole - I asked. You do realise it will take hours, if not days, to feel good again.
I put the phone down. Sat, rolled a cigarette. Wrote a poem describing the depth of my misery. Then a thought helped me: Who is the authority on what makes good art? Who is in charge of opinions? Do you decide? No.
I went to pee then. An intense feeling rose inside of me: I want to paint. But, I want to explore, I want to do bad art. No rules. Just me, the canvas and the color. Whatever it brings.
This auto portrait is the first painting I am ever putting to sale. Attaching a dollar, euro price tag to it. Claiming bad art as life. Because it makes me feel good. Because it makes me feel free. Expansive. Alive. Hopeful that life makes sense. That the battles we go through in the end reach a point where we put them into one medal that we wear on our chest, claiming: I survived. I thrived. I learned. I’m alive. After that, I entered the process I now call: Bad art. I even made a slogan: Bad art for good people. I thanked, in the end, in my heart, in the deep core, for the words I was given. They made me expand. I would also like to extend gratitude to my Angels who guarded me through feeling the liberation in the critique. Thank you.
.
#artistsoﬁnstagram #badart #selfportrait #canvaspainting #firstpainting

You want poetry
But no distress
A depth
Without the mess
A vivid mind
But full of light
A rich inside
Without a fight
It doesn't go
Hand in hand
It doesn't add
That kind of math
That I can grow
Without the doubt
The dark nights
That kill the soul
I've come to learn
They make me glow
I don't shy away
From battles won
Exclusively
With soul and mind
So when I sit
At a lighter throne
Than what so far
You've come to know
Don't say my truth was
Easily shared
In sharing I feel
Another pain
Goodbye good soldier
A battle lost
Yet we have barely
Crossed our swords
I guess it's true
What they say
Only One can
Win this game
No grudge
No judgement
Just a verse
In the end
You lost a girl
.
#poetry #poemoftheday #poemsociety #poetrycommunity #poetrygram

You want poetry
But no distress
A depth
Without the mess
A vivid mind
But full of light
A rich inside
Without a fight
It doesn't go
Hand in hand
It doesn't add
That kind of math
That I can grow
Without the doubt
The dark nights
That kill the soul
I've come to learn
They make me glow
I don't shy away
From battles won
Exclusively
With soul and mind
So when I sit
At a lighter throne
Than what so far
You've come to know
Don't say my truth was
Easily shared
In sharing I feel
Another pain
Goodbye good soldier
A battle lost
Yet we have barely
Crossed our swords
I guess it's true
What they say
Only One can
Win this game
No grudge
No judgement
Just a verse
In the end
You lost a girl
.
#poetry #poemoftheday #poemsociety #poetrycommunity #poetrygram

Self love is dangerous.
One moment you are trying new things, next thing you know you're thinking about a singing career and painting your face.
That happened. No regrets.
#selfloveclub

Self love is dangerous.
One moment you are trying new things, next thing you know you're thinking about a singing career and painting your face.
That happened. No regrets.
#selfloveclub

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