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The necklace begins with the heART, a perfectly painterly specimen of Black Plum Jasper, replete with gorgeous swirls, vines & pools of color, resembling flowers on a silk kimono, or perhaps an Odilon Redon painting.

A succession of bead-woven chevrons launch forward as from an archer’s bow*, in burnished steel, brushed silver, ebony and charcoal, to secure the heart below and betwixt your collarbones; suspended playfully from the bead-woven rope of a zillion (give or take) itty bitty seed beads in tones of ebony, charcoal, graphite, and burnished steel.

Woven into the necklace is a lush garden of individually beaded roses in baby’s breath pink, hibiscus orange, peach blossom, fuchsia, rose, azalea pink, geranium and poppy.

All this wonder fastens at your nape courtesy of a vintage black glass Rose Button.

rope necklace: 17 1/2 to 19 inches
heart & arrow assemblage: 3 1/4 inches

heart pendant: 1 3/4” h x 1 1/2” w

>>—->* arrow collection: inspired by ebb & flow, how the archer must pull the arrow back so that it has the momentum to launch forward

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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

~e e cummings