There's a kind of crown you don't earn — it gets placed on you when you've done nothing to deserve it, and everything was taken from you anyway. I made this piece thinking about that.
A small crown sits right at the heart of the cross, surrounded by stones that catch the light with every turn. Faceted bead chain, sits just below the collarbone.
The kind of piece you reach for again and again — Sunday lunch, candlelit dinner, doesn't matter. It always feels right.
