Storytelling Through Jewelry, Expressing Through Art
In a world where bold designs often dominate, what if your jewelry could tell a deeper story? My creations go beyond mere adornment, reflecting personal narratives and emotions. Each piece is a message waiting to be shared, inviting thought and connection.
CORNER
Her father told me: “Wait till I bring it to you.”
I wanted to sniff around every corner of their house.
My eyes were wandering in all the far rooms around the yard.
A loud call calling me “naughty.”
I heard laughter from that dark-cornered room.
I was at one corner,
She was at another.
COURTROOM
The courtroom was tilted,
both its floor and its ceiling.
Looking from afar
you would think it was about to fall.
It was said that once when the judge
had shaken God’s throne with his verdict
the Lord tilted its carpet.
Inside, people staggered and slept tilted.
They ate tilted and prayed tilted.
So they could remember how easy it is
to stay “tilted” for a lifetime!
Migrant
Not at your home
Not at any other home
You have none of them
Living in the middle of the way
Like a passenger
Or a homeless
who is a passerby
in the most beautiful passageways
A home that does not have
Passes
You never fall in love
And No one fall in love with you
This is your feelings by geometry
Paternal home
Old paternal home
I defected to
Calmness and safety of the old paternal home
I did not want a dock
Nor a lark song
I wanted the tower Over the city
Over the people
Over the bustle
These days it’s a trend
To be busy
There will be more people
Around busy people
The story of these days is from math
Not literature
Like embrace
Like Embrace
Are in the world
Places of sorrow and joy meet up
Places like airport
Like a hospital
Like a cafe
Like embrace
Sometimes happy of someones’ coming
and Sometimes facing someones’ leaving
Sometimes you are filled with a being
Sometimes empty
No difference Both feel absolute
Your eyes are washed by Feeling
Feeling of meeting the emotions
In this land of wisdom
Paternal home
Old paternal home
I defected to
Calmness and safety of the old paternal home
I did not want a dock
Nor a lark song
I wanted the tower Over the city
Over the people
Over the bustle
These days it’s a trend
To be busy
There will be more people
Around busy people
The story of these days is from math
Not literature
Corner of my heart
every day
I sit somewhere in the corner of my heart
Right here
In the middle
Sometimes I write a story for myself
Sometimes I publish for you
Sometimes I sculpt
And rarely do I draw
Here is safe
here Is away from geometry
It goes far beyond the rules of reason
And you pass fast
Rejecting to Give a look
To Comfort Corner
Spider geometry
Thin
delicate
But deadly
These lines are deadlines
The end of the path
If you get tied up
You will wear the savior’s dress
You raise someone like yourself
Hereditary construction
Against freedom
