Our mind collects memories. Bits of time, certain places, words, whispers, smiles, touches, fragrances perforate and cut their way, ‘wounding’ our mind until they become part of it. Blissful or painful, we store them and we continuously transform them, changing as well the value we confer them.
I tried to look beyond the commonly accepted idea that jewellery is associated to, that of adornment for the body. I disregarded the value the piece of jewellery should have in the eye of the viewer, and stressed upon the meanings and the values it has for the wearer.The notion of preciousness, if any, is to be revealed primarily to the wearer, as a very personal experience.
My objects are fragile, nearly ephemeral, reflecting the fragility of the memories that created them. And they bring back whispers, moments, smiles that ought not to be forgotten.
It is the imperfection in things that surprises and attracts our perception.
Our imperfect and asymmetrical construction will endlessly filter Beauty through senses which unconsciously search for scratches in Perfection.