LIVING JEWELRY.

Papara, Tahiti. Natural adornment exploration. 
Beauty absent of vanity; tradition without trend.
Is it real? Does jewelry have to last? 
Where does the integrity of the piece lie? 

A morning stroll. 
Gathering for the sake of making. 
One plant.
Dental floss, a needle, fishing line, a glue gun, scissors.
A necklace every other day for a month. 
Creating freely, without attachment, embracing transience. 
Documenting each necklace's bright, fresh prime,
through its withering and fading away.
Only photographs remain.
My sunset ritual.

A lesson in letting go.