'The Bronze Garden'

Bronze does not belong to flowers. It belongs to old statues, to October light, to the color of something that has been through weather and held. When it appears here — as beads threaded between stacked verbena and forget-me-nots — it does something unexpected. It makes the botanicals look more alive by contrast. The purple of the verbena goes deeper against the warm metal. The forget-me-nots read blue the way a clear morning reads blue after a long gray winter.

This is a bracelet that is interested in that conversation: the metal and the flower, the permanent and the pressed, what endures and what was grown. The bezel holds them all together and wears it on the wrist where the conversation continues.

This bracelet is for the woman who has always understood that warmth and wildness are not opposites.