. Alex Parish
Behind closed doors are the stories of people whose names we know, and those we don’t. Ice rinks, boxing rings, fights and first loves all melding into one, long memory of human cacophony. Hotels are fascinating places; relentlessly transient residents, and yet a constant home, providing a sense of place when home is far away.
I can taste the memory of the fancy hotel food, smell the ghost of the cigar smoke and hear the echo of clinking of ice in whiskey glasses, ice made by John Webb halfway up Mt Wellington. I can see the remnants of dames with their matching hats and gloves, chit chatting over high tea, while their husbands enjoy a Cascade Draught in the bar.
Many renovations, years and owners have covered layer upon layer of rich history. I wish that I had a time machine, and could travel back in time to sit as a fly on the beautifully wallpapered walls, or a stranger in the corner, and witness some of the stories of the past.
Imagining these encounters has shaped the way I have created my jewellery, and I hope I have built this sense of rich imagery into my creations. Material driven, my work incorporates found objects, mimicking the shapes of the structures that have seen the stories I wish to realise and appreciate. I hope these pieces can tell a story of forgotten things, just as the walls of Hadley’s would tell if they could speak.