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The woman shook her head, saying, I have to tell you, this necklace does something to me. It is so exciting, whole, and fulfilling it makes me want to cry. Lee smiled and nodded. She understood all too well how a five-inch stone from Wyoming could upset a person's equilibrium. She has a box full of stones that she feels that way about herself. Some, like the Chinese writing stone, she has held on to for 12 years. In the velvet-lined display cases, Lee's neckpieces and bracelets lie like recently excavated artifacts, their muted elegance still aglow with age-defying luster. Jewelry, the old adage says, is one of the few things in life that age enhances. There is an ambiguity about Lee's work: they are so contemporary they look primitive. Are they modern pieces or are they antiquities in which eternity has been arrested in precious metal? Reaching for a heavily coiled silver bangle you might expect to see in faded photos of African tribeswomen, Lee says, This is wrapped with 14 feet of silver wire. I won't tell you how many mistakes I made before I discovered the secret.
A BRUSH WITH ART. It takes an interesting person to make interesting jewelry and Holly Lee fits the bill. Originally from a family that moved every three years, Lee blossomed in the two years she studied at Tai Pei American high school in Taiwan. This school's open-minded and innovative way of teaching formed much of the person I am today. Imagine classrooms without desks, where students lay on pillows and listened to music, reminisces the fortysomething brunette.
Lee had been whisked from a home in which art was never mentioned and dropped into a culture in which everything seemed related to art. She was particularly fascinated by the intricacies of the ivory carvings no larger than a fingernail housed in the National Museum. School field trips were to remote pottery villages where children began their training in pottery making and carving at the age of 10. Lee's admiration of pottery painting moved her to take up Chinese brush painting, considered to be more a meditation in ink than painting. Lee thrived within this art's strict discipline. In time, she mastered the brushstrokes and learned to place them thoughtfully in order to produce a painting with calming effects for both the artist and the viewer. Chinese brush painting quickly became a passion that she hoped to continue once back home. The minute she returned to Virginia Wesleyan College, in Norfolk, Holly changed her major to painting and began studying with the renowned artist Barclay Sheaks. The cost of art supplies was daunting. After two years of watercolor instruction, Lee became dissatisfied with its restrictive, two-dimensional format. She yearned to sculpt and explore metal in all its forms. And what better place to find interesting metal than at the local junkyard. I loved car parts, she recalls. The mechanics, the shapes, the roundness. Though the school did not have a formal sculpture studio, she nonetheless began to construct sculptures out of found objects. It was thrilling to see three-dimensional creations in the round. During the summers, Holly worked at The Galleon, a jewelry store in North Carolina, where she was quickly promoted to buying -- for the store and for herself. Back at school, Lee sold her jewelry to buy paint. She concluded that jewelry was not only portable and beautiful but also salable. A gifted athlete, Lee was captain of the hockey team, and spent what time she wasn't at the junkyard shooting hoops or on the tennis court. When she accompanied the men's tennis team to a tournament held at James Madison University in Harrisonburg, Virginia, one look at the sports facility made her consider transferring to the breathtaking campus. Once she learned Madison had a jewelry department, she couldn't transfer fast enough.
Like many dedicated artists, Holly was drawn to her studio's late-night solitude. So was Cliff, the potter next door. Cliff, who had immigrated from Taiwan at 15, was taking a break from studying neurosurgery at Hershey Medical School when, on a dare, he took a pottery course. In just two turns of the wheel, he quit medical school to pursue ceramics at James Madison. Holly and Cliff's late night conversations resulted in marriage in 1978 and a new beginning at Lee Gallery Inc., in Arlington. For the next 12 years, Lee worked exclusively on commissions while raising the children who followed -- their sons, Douglas and Curtis.
It's a wonderful place to work. I thank God frequently for guiding us to this oasis. It's so lush and physically stimulating as well as peaceful and tranquil. Inspiration comes easily in such beautiful surroundings. Ever since we moved here, my designing and creativity have flourished and started going in a direction I thought I was capable of going, smiles Lee, sitting at her bench awash with sunlight. In 1993, however, she began to have the disturbing feeling that something was missing in her life, although everywhere she turned she saw confirmation of the opposite: her boys were growing independent; Cliff's pottery had entered both the White House Collection and the Smithsonian Institution. One day sitting at my workbench a design was clamoring to be born. I ran over to sketch it out. Then it started to grow and I began to make spheres. There's something soothing about holding a sphere in your hand: it's continuous, there's no end, no beginning-- it goes on and on forever. I found that comforting. It made me feel more whole. I enjoyed that feeling and wanted to incorporate it into my designs, says Lee, fingering the sphere on her necklace. SEA OF HOLES. The spinning sphere began as a sleek, hollow silver ball. Conceptually perfect though the image was, Lee could see that it needed subtle ornamentation that wouldn't detract from its wholeness. She was still unpacking after the move when she came across sculptures she had carved out of soapstone while in high school. Every piece had a hole in it. Holes are a repeating motif everywhere in nature, Lee points out. Bugs eat holes in leaves, worms dig holes, stars look like holes in the sky. Another thing that is wonderful about holes on the sphere is that the light passes through space and comes out the other side. Also, the Orientals believe the circle, or pi, to be the symbol of heaven. I found that to be very comforting as well as attractive.
Holly learned gem cutting, learning to reveal each stone's personality, even if that personality was flawed. The cabochon became her cut of choice because it possessed a meditative quality which invited scrutiny. To Lee, a faceted stone simply shows off. To the mainstream, it's only about color, clarity, and perfection. A cab, however, can be enhanced by a flaw of nature. Really, in fact, there's nothing in nature that is perfect, muses Lee. Gem cutting was a part of jewelry making she enjoyed. However, with two growing boys, ever-looming craft show deadlines, and the added burden of documenting and photographing her jewelry and Cliff's pottery, stone cutting had became one more chore eating away her studio time. Help came in the form of a trade show. She was delighted to meet suppliers of custom-cut gemstones, including Bill Heher, Gary Genouese, Bill Gangi, Tom Lane, and Michael Caldwell. The cutters are passionate about their stones and have an eye for the unique, she says enthusiastically. Their wizardry released her from this task without forcing her to compromise her standards. A SIMPLE TWIST. Lee's designs originate from the stone. When I see a special stone, like this one, it seems to ignite a spark which sends my creativity soaring, says Lee, holding up a jasper necklace. The large, yellow-and-pink stone seems to have a landscape where three rust-colored monks cross a mountain range. Lee's metalwork is wrapped around stones such as rutilated quartz, jasper, moonstone, and agate. Jade holds an unceasing fascination for her, not only because of its reputed life- and luck-enhancing properties, but also because it is considered by some cultures to be the concentrated essence of love. Lee appreciates the gem for its wide range of color -- from white, red, lavender, and apple green to black. On her worktable lies a recent composition featuring water jade (which is a celadon color) combined with low-luster silver and gold. Next to it is another neckpiece using gold (her favorite metal, Because it's so forgiving) and pearls. Pearls are a gift of nature, she says, holding up the necklace. This piece updates the heirloom strand of pearls lying unworn in every woman's jewelry box.
Although gold is her favorite metal, Lee also has considerable mastery over silver, transforming it into endless design possibilities. She uses hollow, low-luster fabricated forms, adding texture by drilling. When a single bracelet design requires her to hand drill 600 holes (in three different sizes), she considers getting studio assistants to reduce her 12-hour work day. Today she is excited about a recent accomplishment in silver and gold she calls the Magic Orb. There is such interplay of light and space that you're convinced it's full of magic, she explains. You feel that if you stare into it long enough you will see the future. She began this masterpiece in miniature (it's only 1 1/2" in diameter), with a cabbed round tourmalinated quartz, using 80 carats'-worth of stone. The stone, in the shape of a hemisphere, was a perfect mate for the other half of drilled silver. Running through the silver is a strip of gold with tiny silver dots resembling miniature spheres and giving the effect of the sun's rays. The Magic Orb spins from a 18-karat-gold hoop which hangs from a hand-made 32-inch chain. LESS IS MORE. Lee's genius for metalwork has its foundation in similar sources as her affinity for Chinese brush painting -- her ability to suggest complex forms using a few metal strokes to create each seemingly simple yet intricately engineered piece. The economy of style and spareness of material which goes into each graceful sculptural form stands out in relief from so many overembellished statement pieces.
Does Lee have any plans to do more wholesale? Not when I make less money than my gardener! While musing on their current good fortune, Cliff Lee remembers a Christmas when Douglas and Curtis went without presents because a bad firing burned away their income. We even borrowed money for food! laughs Cliff. As long as television broadcasters, writers, and designers continue to collect Holly Lee's work, though, it's unlikely the Lees will ever go hungry. |
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