ligament

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In ligament, silver mirrors the body, wrapping round—sometimes grotequely, sometimes in elegance—finger and wrist and neck.  Each piece of the ligament collection travels from the plastic sprue to the flame to the process by which the origin loses itself only to find a more precious end, like a knight’s journey or a feasting table viewed from outside the window on a winter’s night.  Wearing ligament is wearing a process.  And the process continues with you, as the metal warms against your skin, remembering flame, and passes by the everyday, recalling its plastic shadow-form, and feels your rhythms, remembering the link between then and now—the body—where ligament is born, where it longs to remain.

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In each ring the holding and the letting go. Composure and abandon, space and coalescence. Nubbin speaks many things.

By itself, the never-ending circlet finds completion in the wearer’s own body, in design’s own origin. Then it offers another space. Follow the slender perpetual moment passing through metal. Palm to fingertip, the ring leads from the fortuneteller’s domain to the inexorable print of identity. In this wide world, you are alone.

But the finger may pass through Nubbin more than a single time. And doubled, Nubbin falls in love. One’s seeking drop sleeps peacefully, finally, in the silver arms of the other. You are the traveler come home.

Nubbin is the trinket dropped while simplicity and destiny cavort.

The answer to a riddle that has yet to be asked.

ligament collection - silver jewelry by Noah Landow

ligament

I.
In ligament, silver mirrors the body, wrapping round—sometimes grotequely, sometimes in elegance—finger and wrist and neck.  Each piece of the ligament collection travels from the plastic sprue to the flame to the process by which the origin loses itself only to find a more precious end, like a knight’s journey or a feasting table viewed from outside the window on a winter’s night.  Wearing ligament is wearing a process.  And the process continues with you, as the metal warms against your skin, remembering flame, and passes by the everyday, recalling its plastic shadow-form, and feels your rhythms, remembering the link between then and now—the body—where ligament is born, where it longs to remain.

I.
In each ring the holding and the letting go. Composure and abandon, space and coalescence. Nubbin speaks many things.

By itself, the never-ending circlet finds completion in the wearer’s own body, in design’s own origin. Then it offers another space. Follow the slender perpetual moment passing through metal. Palm to fingertip, the ring leads from the fortuneteller’s domain to the inexorable print of identity. In this wide world, you are alone.

But the finger may pass through Nubbin more than a single time. And doubled, Nubbin falls in love. One’s seeking drop sleeps peacefully, finally, in the silver arms of the other. You are the traveler come home.

Nubbin is the trinket dropped while simplicity and destiny cavort.

The answer to a riddle that has yet to be asked.

ligament collection - silver jewelry by Noah Landow

ligament

I.
In ligament, silver mirrors the body, wrapping round—sometimes grotequely, sometimes in elegance—finger and wrist and neck.  Each piece of the ligament collection travels from the plastic sprue to the flame to the process by which the origin loses itself only to find a more precious end, like a knight’s journey or a feasting table viewed from outside the window on a winter’s night.  Wearing ligament is wearing a process.  And the process continues with you, as the metal warms against your skin, remembering flame, and passes by the everyday, recalling its plastic shadow-form, and feels your rhythms, remembering the link between then and now—the body—where ligament is born, where it longs to remain.

I.
In each ring the holding and the letting go. Composure and abandon, space and coalescence. Nubbin speaks many things.

By itself, the never-ending circlet finds completion in the wearer’s own body, in design’s own origin. Then it offers another space. Follow the slender perpetual moment passing through metal. Palm to fingertip, the ring leads from the fortuneteller’s domain to the inexorable print of identity. In this wide world, you are alone.

But the finger may pass through Nubbin more than a single time. And doubled, Nubbin falls in love. One’s seeking drop sleeps peacefully, finally, in the silver arms of the other. You are the traveler come home.

Nubbin is the trinket dropped while simplicity and destiny cavort.

The answer to a riddle that has yet to be asked.