July 23, 2014 § Leave a comment


I am teaching a class at RISD this fall:

Jewelry Studio: Call + Respond


Come join me Thursday evenings, researching at the RISD Museum + making in response

For more info:


Jamestown Farmer’s Market

July 4, 2014 § Leave a comment


Kendall Reiss

Contemporary Jewels

At the Jamestown Farmer’s Market

Mondays 4 – 7 pm thru August 25th

913 Fort Getty Road Jamestown, RI 02835

fall studio – growing color

September 26, 2013 § Leave a comment

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Dahlia + Lisianthus from the Preservation Society Gardens, Newport

September 13, 2012 § Leave a comment



we met at the met

July 17, 2012 § 2 Comments

when the old man took his place on stage and began to play all the room fell silent.  it was the blues – he played alongside a young man – their two pianos angled inwards. they played off of one another – with one another – i wondered who they were.  i looked at the old man, i was sucked right in.  his white hair – his thick horn rimmed glasses – his silver rings : one on each finger – his seemingly frail silhouette – his black high top chuck taylor’s sporting flames.  he was gentle yet aggressive and played with a refreshing looseness that conveyed his level of comfort with his instrument – and yet after years of mastery he was coy – humble. they jammed – i watched – and when it was over neither one of them spoke a word – and left the stage with little more than a nod of their heads.


i encountered them on my way out – as i was running to get my car and came to know that this man’s name is mark. sam – his son, played with him on this night, ‘a rare moment’ they said because they live in different cities. mark said his rings fly off sometimes when he is playing – but that they always come back.

photo credit: Rick Farrell | mojophotori.com


July 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

each time my eyes focused i was delighted to find shades of the past, a weather beaten landscape dotted by ramshackle cottages – the kind of beauty that i seek so heartily yet eludes me so often – it still lives here for now, a way of life that seems to be constantly eroding

first take from the garden

June 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

among other brightly colored baubles, these are some of the things i’ve been creating this spring…

fancy footwork

May 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

spring studio

May 8, 2012 § Leave a comment


May 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

Bertha Beth Freeman.  My maternal grandmother’s maiden name.  Her wooden jewelry box a large flat square, was hand painted with a border of verdent green which, framed scenes of gold-leafed hunters and dogs.  Inside this treasure chest, I used to pillage for hours, fingering carefully thru her collection of things.  There were many diminutive jewels to explore, a fierce gold lion roaring, finely filigreed bees in flight, and resplendent emerald hummingbirds.  But her family jewelry was the most memorable as each piece seemed to carry with it a story; these rings and brooches and watches and necklaces passed down thru generations so that each had acquired its own unique experience – watching the world from one body or another, living out one era of history then being re-given and re-born to a new owner and a new future.  I might not have known my great-grandmother, but perhaps a little twinkle of her spirit lives in the sapphire ring she had given BBF for her 18th birthday, which now sits somewhat awkwardly on my finger.  I stare at it, thinking it looks out-of-place on my hand, wondering, where has this ring gone, and what has it seen?  The life story of this ring – the same life story of my grandmother – begs to be shared.