Barring ton Sherman, Alchemist of the north wind.
He ’twas discovering the secrets concealed, handing down traditions
relating to prediluvian soirees
An Alkemist in matters Bakelite hath who done transfiguration of the arcane plastic thus he shows the peoples.
He who for all knowledge possesseth, therein shall he exhibit his work
for all peoples,
His Laboratory a workshop exotic, rampant with wisdom of the Ancestors, echos & monuments to savour thine Muses.
A maze to the beholder: a complete yet ever growing organism of all tools of all the worlds to produce his Jewels, seminally Classical with body of NOW!
The place joyfully discovers in change of less than a nano second a
primacy that enjoins the wondrous ebbs & flows of the melbournese &c
Here in this mystery of chaos a most coherent assemblage of work can
be produced. Here the Master has the place of vision, a mystery to all, A Paradise to the Artist of Bakelite skill.
Jewels exude, jewelry is born, individual persons: symbioses of lovers
of the exquisite meet the Masterful insight of the enigmatic and a intensely personal Magister of age old art, crafting meticulously to happy marriage of the Maker, the Jewelry & the edification of the Recipients
The old walls of the City bear his marks, here is the great
antedeluvian! This I have seen & see still. He exhibits even now...