Inner States

When we fall asleep, we set our bodies aside and become passive witnesses to a quiet clearing. The mind puts on an apron, takes a broom, and begins to sweep away whatever weighs on it at that moment.

This pile of swept debris carries a strange and alluring name — dreams. For artists, it is an attractive subject, though a treacherous one. It recalls old tales of descending underground — into caves, into the underworld — where one may find treasure, but also remain trapped.

When dreams are interpreted too literally in daylight, they lose their substance; instead of gold, only a heap of soil and dry leaves remains. They require a different language. This part of the portfolio presents jewellery shaped by dreams and imagination.