A neckpiece inspired by the poem, I Looked Up, writen by one of my favourite poets Mary Oliver. Made from twisted tin, brass and silver.
I looked up and there it was
among the green branches of the pitchpines—
a ruffle of fire trailing over the shoulders and down the back—
color of copper, iron, bronze—
lighting up the dark branches of the pine.
What misery to be afraid of death.
What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
When I made a little sound
it looked at me, then it looked past me.
Then it rose, the wings enormous and opulent,
and, as I said, wreathed in fire.