A strand of eyes, guarded by lines of raised silver dots. Medieval, fire-forged, almost punk. Chunky but close to the skin. Like armor. Like pearls. It rests at the throat, where truth waits to be seen and spoken.
This year, my prayer has been simple: I am willing to see the world as it is. It has shaken me and freed me. What remains is this: inner truth is the real freedom.
Forged to See.
Recycled sterling silver.
Coming soon to my online shop.