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Paradiso/Inferno (Degree dissertation)

Two opposites, two units, with complementary properties that attract each other.This breathless attention fill two parts of a complex called life on. Tenderness and violence, love and hate, harmony and conflict, birth and death, heaven and hell. The emotional side of my work is based on my personal experiences. Suggestions for the creation of Paradiso / Inferno were my emotional forces, experiences and mental images.Paradiso - "Eden" garden of paradise from which we were expelled forever, and what we must now create alone.This term, in the old Sumerian Adina - Garden, means a place that seemed to be fruitful, but the following proved to be infertile."Chawila" was a land full of gold and precious stones.
Exotic countries to which we nowadays say "Paradise Gardens", or "paradise on earth" contain the fake and false glitter of gold, made by people.
The collection of fruit from the "paradise garden" consists of necklaces, which were created after the submission of my inner pictures.There are mature fruit with vivid color. What glitters inside is crystal glass, and they smell of essential oils.This fragrant sparkle focuses in the inside of fruit. Lavender, jasmine, rose, lilac, lime, violet, grapefruit, vanilla and blood orange.Each piece in this collection is approaching the perfume with its own shape or color. The surface is velvety and dupes you to touch.This whole collection of nine scents, colors and reflections from the imaginary paradise garden, faces a collection of nine brooches, which the Inferno embody.
Inferno – the hell, suffering, the place where demons live, nightmares, fears and phobias. We would best get rid of this all. However, this is not simple because it is inside of us. And life still has special depth, in times we must go through it. To defeat it means to bring it to the surface, to escape from it, to unmask it. I have pulled down my fears symbolically from my face. Very often (about 60 repetitions ) repeated ritual of external cleaning my face by using a cosmetic mask (which strips the skin from dirt and dead skin) has projected purity to my inner self. It was a trip through the purgatory. At the end an amount from wafer-thin, transparent skins with my facial imprint remained. I have sewn these skins onto silver frames. In these skins (masks) my fears are caught, and I can defeat them only if they become jewellery. I believe in the fact that the fear thereby loses its strength and cannot harm me any more. I have sewed the wounds, but the scars have remained.