Small moments. Fragments of my insides.Threads to pick up. Objects to place.
Being with discomfort. Creating from that place.
I see forests, oceans, rivers, land, weaving themselves through my mind, speaking their stories.
pollution. deforestation. over harvesting. mining.
colours. density. whispering, dancing elementals. ski slopes. brain storms. atoms. supernovas. stars aligning; matariki / pleiades rising.
macro to the micro. am I the maker or the made?
decisions to come. who speaks loudest. who speaks softest. who needs their voice, now.
jewellery as my voice, my story, ours? who and what is relating?
this reality. mind realities. spiritual worlds. paradigms and dimensions. fantasies, imaginings, or truths?
what is valuable. a collection of stories. poetic objects, talismans, nature speaking through me. I am nature, we are nature, there is no separation. so, what world am I creating? moment by moment, deepening into the in-between. sinking mind into material, soul into being, not limited to this body but constantly expanding, breathing into new beings, new bodies/objects, places.
when I look up into the night sky I feel at one. a wholeness. a peace in the endless spaciousness of the multiverse. if stars could land in my hands and speak through my fingertips, I’d like them to tell their stories.
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