'The Eye'

There is a moment in looking at something closely enough that the object becomes something else — not itself anymore, but a record of how light moves through petals, how one circle of color becomes another at the edge, how the center of a bloom has its own depth if you get close enough to count it. The mum radiates its layers. The dahlia holds its own center. The peppermint balsam adds its frothy white at the edges, making the whole composition breathe. The forget-me-not iris provides the blue note that makes everything warmer respond.

In the bezel, pressed and permanent, this is the moment before the looking has a name — the moment where the eye catches and the mind hasn’t caught up yet. Worn on the wrist, it moves the way looking moves: always in motion, always in the act of finding something.

This bracelet is for the woman who has always seen things before she knew what to call them.