When I think of jewellery, I remember images of gemstones and their arrangement in rows or around a centre. Gemstones faceted or cut as a cabuchon. To be honest, not very original. In my imagination, they start to move, merge and change.
The colour is similar to that of found objects, weathered, bleached by light and unrepeatable. The original splendour is lost, perhaps still to be imagined.
Perfection is contrasted with controlled chance. The rational, computer-generated form becomes fragile and is in a state of transformation. Barely noticed to slightly overstretched.
Nostalgic, contemporary or out of time? Any categorisation is questionable.
