Nature has never been copied. Only translated.
A branch becomes bronze.
A flower becomes silver.
Light takes the shape of a leaf.
Matter learns another language.
Some forms refuse to disappear.
They simply choose another material.
This collection begins there.
Not in nature itself,
But in everything that continues after it
The object is no longer an object.
It becomes memory.
A gesture preserved.
A fragment suspended in time.
Jewellery.
Metal.
Fabric.
They belong to the same conversation.
Different materials.
The same language.
– SECOND NATURE –
Chapter I – Translation