Steel as Precious, as Power


Wasted too long up north. Too good to be out of those cloying civilized latitudes.

Iron was once a precious metal, steel more so…precious and feared—read Finland’s epic poem. And smiths were magicians, encantadores, because they could transform pieces of the universe with fire and secrets. They could hammer archetypal intentions full into solidity so they could be read across the room, down the road, across the hills.

We still can.

A short symbolic spear, one like Athena’s or one like the Valkyries.

This little piece was commissioned by one such as they were, may it serve her soul, her hand.


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