Ring - from Diary Entry 1155

A rough amethyst held within a textured silver form, left unpolished and intact. The stone is not refined or corrected; it is contained, protected, and allowed to exist as it is. The ring marks a moment of transition: choosing uncertainty over structure, intuition over routine, and trusting what is still forming. Art technique: Lost wax carving. Materials: 925 sterling silver. Dimensions: 2.3 x 3 x 0.9 cm. Weight: 8.48 g Production year: 2024 From the Diary These diary entries document the moments, places, and emotional states that gave rise to each ring. Written as personal records, they trace the lived experiences that shaped the pieces' forms, materials, and gestures. Each ring is accompanied by a diary entry, a personal record of the"Haven" that sparked its creation. Together, they map experiences of pause, fear, play, and choice, translated into wearable forms. Diary Entry 1155 - Oct 12, 2024 The stress is supposed to return to normal in a couple of weeks, that’s what I tell myself as I move through these first days of freedom. I left my last corporate job yesterday. I woke up this morning feeling strange. I have been working since I was 19. Thirteen years locked into a 9-to-5 system that teaches you to consume your paycheck as quickly as you earn it, knowing it will return the same way every month. Countless desks. Endless mouse clicks. A rhythm so constant it could wear the skin off your ears. I never knew what freedom of time felt like. I’m afraid I won’t like it, but I know I need to try. Years ago, in 2017, during a sculpting class, a friend sitting next to me turned and said, You’re coming to my class next week. I’ll teach you how to make jewelry. I refused. More than once. I didn’t know what jewelry was to me back then. A week later, I showed up anyway. Eight years after that moment, I walked away from thirteen years of certainty to pursue a life shaped by my hands. Sometimes I wonder: If I had never sat in that sculpting class, would I still be there? That morning, I went down to the basement. I sat at my jewelry table. I took a piece of wax and began to carve. With my hands, I shaped my future. And myself.