Musings
Learning and Living an Embodied History
A musing on the importance of deeply feeling history to be a strong human. Inspirations and quotations from Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Learning and Living an Embodied History
A musing on the importance of deeply feeling history to be a strong human. Inspirations and quotations from Ralph Waldo Emerson.
The Origins of Austin Kent Art: The Old Metalsm...
This chapter of the story all started when I, a then 23 year old recent college graduate, moved into a shuttle bus-turned-camper and drove south. At the time, I was...
The Origins of Austin Kent Art: The Old Metalsm...
This chapter of the story all started when I, a then 23 year old recent college graduate, moved into a shuttle bus-turned-camper and drove south. At the time, I was...
on Grow Through
Designed by Austin Kent. Photography by Hunter Stephens @tempuslensphotos “Grow through what you go through” The design of this piece features 3 main elements; the spike, the twisted cube, and...
on Grow Through
Designed by Austin Kent. Photography by Hunter Stephens @tempuslensphotos “Grow through what you go through” The design of this piece features 3 main elements; the spike, the twisted cube, and...
The Big-Bad-Gray Feeling
Do you ever ask yourself, “what really matters in this world”? I often do. Over many years it's given me great stress, but eventually, great insights. This is a story...
The Big-Bad-Gray Feeling
Do you ever ask yourself, “what really matters in this world”? I often do. Over many years it's given me great stress, but eventually, great insights. This is a story...
Jewelry as a Vessel for Magic
What if I told you that magic is real, jewelry can be a vessel for magic, and that anyone can benefit from it? Bear with me here. Magic is the...
Jewelry as a Vessel for Magic
What if I told you that magic is real, jewelry can be a vessel for magic, and that anyone can benefit from it? Bear with me here. Magic is the...
Poem: Smartphones in the Grass
It's a strange juxtaposition of worlds, when on my walk, I look up to see my cell phone sitting on the earthen path, in the wild grass. How did...
Poem: Smartphones in the Grass
It's a strange juxtaposition of worlds, when on my walk, I look up to see my cell phone sitting on the earthen path, in the wild grass. How did...