'The High Garden'

In Persia, the enclosed garden was called the pairidaeza — the original word from which paradise descends. The high garden was the garden at the height of the season, when everything was in bloom at once and the enclosure could not quite contain it. The poets of the Persian Golden Age returned to the garden again and again not as escape but as argument: that the abundance of the world is not a metaphor for something else. It is the thing itself.

The dark ground of this ring holds the abundance without apology. Everything blooming at once, pressing against the edge of the bezel as if the garden has more to say than the frame will allow. On the index finger, in gesture, in motion through a room — this ring says what the high garden always says: more than you expected, and all of it true.

This ring is for the woman who arrived already blooming.