The collection is ready! (but what's happening out there?!)
It's January! If you'd have shown me the News headlines from this New Year last New Year, I would have been blown away. We are living in...
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Lydia Niziblian
Dec 1, 20203 min read
Faint - 'How much?'
In Welsh it's pronounced 'vynt', with a hard 'i' sound. I'm glad I heard it before seeing it written down, or I think my set connotations...
Lydia Niziblian
Nov 6, 20202 min read
Gwybod. Things are getting exciting.
Gwybod (goo-bod) means 'to know'. I like the word very much indeed, it feels nice to say. Having said that, it gives me a kind of creepy...
Lydia Niziblian
Oct 26, 20202 min read
Llaeth - an update
The Llaeth/Milk piece is ready to go to be hallmarked now. It is a legal requirement for silver pieces this heavy to be sent to an assay...
Lydia Niziblian
Oct 19, 20202 min read
Hwyl!
Hwyl (pronounced like oil with H at the start), was the second word I chose to make into a piece of jewellery, and the most definite...
Lydia Niziblian
Oct 2, 20202 min read
Yn Barod!
It's been an incredibly busy month. I am probably around a third of the way through making the pieces for the exhibition. I'm taking...
Lydia Niziblian
Sep 11, 20202 min read
When I was little, way before I was diagnosed as autistic...
...the reasons I thought I wasn't like other people included; 1: I was an Aquarian, and therefore weird. 2: I probably was going to be...
Lydia Niziblian
Sep 9, 20202 min read
Pili-Pala
Pili-Pala (sometimes seen without the hyphenation) is the Welsh for Butterfly, and a fantastic word it is too. My immediate response to...
Lydia Niziblian
Aug 18, 20203 min read
Llaeth
Two of the shapes that will be in this jewellery collection popped into my head pretty much fully formed. One of them is Llaeth, meaning...
Lydia Niziblian
Aug 6, 20201 min read
Dechrau: update
Having explored my least favourite textures, the felt itself isn't visually as successful as I want in invoking the sensory...
Lydia Niziblian
Aug 1, 20204 min read
Sensory Memory #2: Love of my life
Mrs Russell, or as she is/was in my head 'my Russy', was Norah May Russell. Russy lived next door to us. She was my best friend, she...
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