Silver Nautilus Ring
Silver Nautilus Ring, Solid Sterling Silver, designed and produced in my studio in Austin Tx - made from beginning to end by hand in my studio
*Made to Order * I make each by hand in my studio in Austin, Tx. Please allow for 2 weeks for production if I do not currently have your size in stock. Feel free to message me about production requirements before ordering if you have questions.
Material:
Solid Sterling Silver
Highly detailed on both the front and back of the ring & highly detailed ring band
sizing: please pick from the drop-down
Ammonites were prehistoric creatures that were (essentially) the predecessors of the present-day chambered nautilus. They were cephalopods that lived on the bottom of the ocean inside their chambered shells millions of years ago. Each cell within their shell was a new room they built for their body as they grew, leaving behind the smaller cell they once inhabited, and so I view the chambered nautilus, as many do, as a symbol for the spiral of life; symbolizing how we endure and grow through our own chapters. I have always been fascinated by the chambered nautilus and its beautiful geometry, so exact and so absolute.
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'The Chambered Nautilus'
(Oliver Wendell Holmes)
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,--
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed,--
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year’s dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn!
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:--
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!
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Process:
hand carving out of wax
investing /surrounding with plaster to make a temporary mold
burn out in the kiln
centrifugal casting
finishing and polishing by hand
All of my designs are © Jamie Spinello