Description
Pink Spring brooch is a poetic jewellery piece. Its story begins in spring, when the nature begins to revive. Dried wood brought to live through pearl-white flowers, fresh pink colour and nacre sprouts. ‘Still not coming home Spring is approaching How many years have gone? Out of the window Eleven flowering blossoms For every year Of peach and cherries Still waiting for the love to come.’
Pink Spring brooch for the Cycles of Nature collection.
We don’t see the world in black and white. There is a reason for every colour. There are no lines in nature, only fields of colours.
A piece of jewellery is like your avatar. It may be your personification of your character and your thoughts, it represents you when you wear it. It is lasting connection. A creative intention, a frame of the world view. Unfolding senses in the heart of things is to learn about the things. Why did nature give such a seductive mask its own Creation, but in our eyes it’s not like in its inner side? Why do butterflies and other insects perform in the body of unsightly larvae the magic of metamorphosis?
…Nature lodged beauty into the actual cornerstone of creation. What makes crystals growing into their construction and systems? What brings and controls the flower to arrange its blossoms into complicated inflorescences? Who creates the colorful illustration on the wings of the butterfly or bird? But what has adjust the human eye to consider these with pleasure? Is the human eye a mirror, that nature created for itself, to recognize within like a vainly being?
Cycles of Nature is about life in art. Metamorphosis in nature is very strong. Nature is a mode of communication.
A piece of jewellery is like your avatar. It may be your personification of your character and your thoughts, it represents you when you wear it. It is lasting connection. A creative intention, a frame of the world view. Unfolding senses in the heart of things is to learn about the things. Why did nature give such a seductive mask its own Creation, but in our eyes it’s not like in its inner side? Why do butterflies and other insects perform in the body of unsightly larvae the magic of metamorphosis?
…Nature lodged beauty into the actual cornerstone of creation. What makes crystals growing into their construction and systems? What brings and controls the flower to arrange its blossoms into complicated inflorescences? Who creates the colorful illustration on the wings of the butterfly or bird? But what has adjust the human eye to consider these with pleasure? Is the human eye a mirror, that nature created for itself, to recognize within like a vainly being?
Cycles of Nature is about life in art. Metamorphosis in nature is very strong. Nature is a mode of communication.
