Art Jewelry

My sweet spot is the electric disquiet found in-between—where beauty and perversity tangle, where the alien becomes magnetic, where ambiguous bodies violate the binary, and are deified for it. 

In this camp fantasy, carved bone sits, jewel-like, in heavy silver bezels, iridescent beetles stand in formation on velvet palm fronds, and a collar of copper liars’ tongues lies heavy against the neck.

"Myths are things that never happened but always are." -- Sallustius, 4th C CE