1″ x .5″, found objects
I sometimes accidentally design pendants that have sharp bits at the bottom because I love the look of curves tapering to a point. But this time I thought ahead and pointed the old calligraphy pen nib up, so it won’t poke anyone. There it is, partly buried, a memory of all the stories it once wrote, darkened by ink and age. And from its sides grow branches and fruits, new creations emerging from the writer’s pen.