Literally – He’s a cyborg đ
 My brother recently contacted me about his Jewelry making venture. He is in the habit of collecting âMeddly bitsâ (screws, washers, small machine parts, scraps of rusted or twisted metal, he finds lying around on side-walks and in parking lots.)
Rust! It’s a woman’s best friend – apparently.
He assembles these fragments into pendants. Often he is forced to age store-bought parts with corrosive chemicals that come with ârusting kitsâ but Iâm told this is no substitute for the natural patina of found parts, which conspires to make each of his pieces unique.
Left to right; Timekeeper’s Key – Pendulum of Risk – Conflux Cog – Iscariot’s Cog
He started with the metal and plastic string picks guitar playerâs often ware around their necks. These picks have become a fad among anyone who loves music, and are more often than not merely decorative. He used these guitar picks as a base plate for his earlier work, things I feel, really define the wearer as a true fan of metal.
A great way to say – “I Don’t really use these to play the guitar but – arn’t they cool!”
Recently he started to make more complex, labor-intensive pieces that have attracted the attention of his friends and co-workers. He has already sold several, and is optimistic about where this can go.
Eastwest! says the Fool’s Compass. I want it but he is keeping it.
A friend of his owns a café with an adjoining gift shop, and has been after him to display his pieces there.
Wyrd Inc.
Recently he has asked me if I would mind writing a steam punk mythology to accompany his pieces. Larger pieces may be given their own unique stories but here is the one that describes every piece –
He hopes to sell them online using Etsy – though Wyrd Works is still in the works.ă
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