Jewel
When I think of jewelry, I think of images of gemstones, their geometric arrangement in rows or around a center. Gemstones faceted or cut as a cabochon. Admittedly, they are unoriginal and worn-out images. In my imagination they start to move, merge and change.
The color is similar to that of found objects, weathered, bleached by light and unrepeatable. The original splendor is lost, perhaps still visible.
In contrast to perfection there is controlled chance. The rational, computer-generated form and arrangement are becoming fragile and changing. From barely noticeable to slightly excessive.
Nostalgic, present or out of time? The timing remains open.
Norman Weber
