On the run
a Pebble Jewels Collection
The first jewellery of humankind was a talisman.
A wild animal was killed, someone’s life was saved and there it was food, skins and material for tools. Animal’s nails and teeth became symbols of power, of survival, of the right to live, a blessing one always carries with him.
Jewelry is not a necessity, however it has accompanied the strongest needs of man. The need for safety, honor, recognition, belief, power, marriage, love, challenge, vanity, beauty, even for immortality. Jewelry survives through generations, it is given as a gift or inherited. It is sometimes the last, the only thing that one takes with him when he says goodbye or leaves forever.
Jewellery is the box of all memories
It carries everything that has been, one’s own story or the story of a whole nation.
The Greek word -cosmos- means both, jewel and world. The Greeks thought the world was beautiful, beautiful like a jewel. Conversely one can discover a whole world in a jewel.
For a lot of years, more than the second world war lasted, a neighboring nation, an old and proud nation has been drowning day by day on a cruel and senseless war. The war in Syria has taken my sleep away. On the beaches of my land every day appear people who have lost everything but their will to survive. Their souls are hurt, without hope; they have lost their homeland, they have lost their children. They flee to our humanity, to a Europe where it’s being discussed and determined by law what these people are allowed to carry with, how much money and how much gold should be left to them. Will Europe support or plunder these people? How old and how wise is consciousness of the old continent?
Are the values of Europe the values of the world market?
These people have lost their gold, only a few pebbles are left to them from the shores of the Aegean Sea, that bright Aegean which has devoured their children. They flee to life and find death.
Perhaps they had managed to think of the family jewellery before leaving their burned-down and ruined home and had taken something as a souvenir, like a talisman. Maybe it was exchanged for food, a dry room or a place on a murderous boat trip. Maybe it has been stolen or lost in the Aegean Sea. These people are unadorned.
The Aegean sea should hug them, give them back their jewellery. The poor pebbles of the Greek beaches, the small pebbles shaped by the salt and wind and the waves, have to become a cosmos. They have to be beautiful to these people and to all of us, to become jewellery, in memory of dignity, hope and humanity.
No gem may be superior to this pebble - no human being should be superior to another.
The more noble the stone is, the more beautifully it accompanies the lime.
The more noble man is, the more modestly he accompanies each other.
a Pebble Jewels Collection
The first jewellery of humankind was a talisman.
A wild animal was killed, someone’s life was saved and there it was food, skins and material for tools. Animal’s nails and teeth became symbols of power, of survival, of the right to live, a blessing one always carries with him.
Jewelry is not a necessity, however it has accompanied the strongest needs of man. The need for safety, honor, recognition, belief, power, marriage, love, challenge, vanity, beauty, even for immortality. Jewelry survives through generations, it is given as a gift or inherited. It is sometimes the last, the only thing that one takes with him when he says goodbye or leaves forever.
Jewellery is the box of all memories
It carries everything that has been, one’s own story or the story of a whole nation.
The Greek word -cosmos- means both, jewel and world. The Greeks thought the world was beautiful, beautiful like a jewel. Conversely one can discover a whole world in a jewel.
For a lot of years, more than the second world war lasted, a neighboring nation, an old and proud nation has been drowning day by day on a cruel and senseless war. The war in Syria has taken my sleep away. On the beaches of my land every day appear people who have lost everything but their will to survive. Their souls are hurt, without hope; they have lost their homeland, they have lost their children. They flee to our humanity, to a Europe where it’s being discussed and determined by law what these people are allowed to carry with, how much money and how much gold should be left to them. Will Europe support or plunder these people? How old and how wise is consciousness of the old continent?
Are the values of Europe the values of the world market?
These people have lost their gold, only a few pebbles are left to them from the shores of the Aegean Sea, that bright Aegean which has devoured their children. They flee to life and find death.
Perhaps they had managed to think of the family jewellery before leaving their burned-down and ruined home and had taken something as a souvenir, like a talisman. Maybe it was exchanged for food, a dry room or a place on a murderous boat trip. Maybe it has been stolen or lost in the Aegean Sea. These people are unadorned.
The Aegean sea should hug them, give them back their jewellery. The poor pebbles of the Greek beaches, the small pebbles shaped by the salt and wind and the waves, have to become a cosmos. They have to be beautiful to these people and to all of us, to become jewellery, in memory of dignity, hope and humanity.
No gem may be superior to this pebble - no human being should be superior to another.
The more noble the stone is, the more beautifully it accompanies the lime.
The more noble man is, the more modestly he accompanies each other.
