Green Spatter
These abstracted pomegranates are vibrant fruit stolen from an imagined paradise, a garden of dream-like spaces and lost mythological treasures. Wear them to carry a small token of Persephone, the goddess of springtime, vibrant botanicals and the dark underworld.
A pair of luminous grass green statement earrings with 18 carat yellow gold hooks and a spattering of delicate silvery Keshi pearls.
Kiln enamelled on sterling silver, hand-sawn with plenty of patience and love for details.
Size: about 18 mm x 45 mm.
Modelled by Louise Fouché.
These abstracted pomegranates are vibrant fruit stolen from an imagined paradise, a garden of dream-like spaces and lost mythological treasures. Wear them to carry a small token of Persephone, the goddess of springtime, vibrant botanicals and the dark underworld.
A pair of luminous grass green statement earrings with 18 carat yellow gold hooks and a spattering of delicate silvery Keshi pearls.
Kiln enamelled on sterling silver, hand-sawn with plenty of patience and love for details.
Size: about 18 mm x 45 mm.
Modelled by Louise Fouché.
These abstracted pomegranates are vibrant fruit stolen from an imagined paradise, a garden of dream-like spaces and lost mythological treasures. Wear them to carry a small token of Persephone, the goddess of springtime, vibrant botanicals and the dark underworld.
A pair of luminous grass green statement earrings with 18 carat yellow gold hooks and a spattering of delicate silvery Keshi pearls.
Kiln enamelled on sterling silver, hand-sawn with plenty of patience and love for details.
Size: about 18 mm x 45 mm.
Modelled by Louise Fouché.
Every time she wears them she is reminded of Laurie. Laurie, that golden soul, Laurie with her laughter and her kind heart and her secret sorrows. The sparkling bright earrings the colour of new oak leaves in spring, almost translucent with an inner light seen against the morning sun, remind her of that time Laurie and she spent in Venice back when Laurie had no idea what lay ahead of her yet.
How they walked for hours on end until they were completely lost, how they discovered little corners and stationary shops and wine bars and stumbled across beautiful coincidences. In a small boutique in a cul-de-sac that ended at the foot of a high wall, Laurie bought those earrings for her, and she bought cherry-red, glossy ones for Laurie in turn. A token to cement their friendship and to etch this place and its nostalgic magic into their memories forever.
As she thinks back now, that trip remained separate in its own little silk-spun memory cocoon of dreams and hopes, all tinged with a bitter-sweet longing evoked by the city and its forever dwindling evening light on sparkling water. There was a taste of a lost golden age in the air there, salty like fish. Our most precious treasures, she thinks, are those that enclose and safeguard some small fragment of our lives, of our shared pasts.
A glimpse of Venice. Photograph by Nora Kovats, May 2015.
