By Marie-Noëlle Demay.
“Jewelry is a language. An alphabet of possibilities to be freely arranged for self-expression, the commemoration of an event or belonging to a family, a group, a community. Signature and identity document, the jewel says, even spells, the name received during baptism, or that of the loved one […] The jewel writes and it beckons. It salutes a birth, it links generations, displays surnames […] and also bears its own signature, that of the house of its craftsman, that of the House which gave birth to it…”writes Sophie Pelletier, doctor of literature in the work The Soul of Jewel (Flammarion).
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Even more, the jewel would have a soul. Perhaps that resulting from the magmatic weddings which saw it born in the hidden womb of rocks, millions of years ago? Or the sensitive trace of the one – or the one – who wears it, an ineffable imprint of emotions experienced on edge? Because the jewel becomes one with the person who adopts it. An embrace that is often visible and therefore “speaking”, like that of a ring which hollows out the birth of a ring finger, a mute witness to a union which is imprinted over time. And what about jewelry embedded in the body, inserted into an earlobe or adorning hidden folds of skin? “The body says the jewel. The jewel says the body. It oxidizes there, takes on the oils and the humors, it was said in the past, a tarnish which is also a writing, that of time which passes and habits which are perpetuated.adds Sophie Pelletier.
This is the purpose of the gems offered in the exceptional staging of this issue. Go back in time, focus on the work of artisans, and, far from preconceived ideas, talk about many things other than jewelry, carats or ornaments: talk about the soul and time. Whispering a certain form of eternity.
