My grandmother gave the green flower. She and my mother still cant concur about where it came from. Mother says it is her gift. Grandmother insists that her admirer presented it her. It is dear to me due to this very debate and because of the absent stone in the upper right quarter. When did my grandmother lose it? Maybe on her way to the date.
Two funny striped brooch probably are a pair, or maybe they are just a part of a collection. I found them at a flea market at different sellers. First I found one of them, and a week later I found another one. But I wear them together.
Roses on a branch are from another grandmother. It wants one of its beads, but for me this is not a defect. This is the thing’s feature. Something wants a bead, something has scratches, and something has a broken lock. Every such feature is an eyewitness of something that once happened to me or to the earlier owners.
The brooch of ivory is what my father presented to my mother when she was pregnant with me. Two blue bouquets were found at a flea market. They were sold to me with other brooches, which I gave away.
Fishes which I never deliberately try to find always come across in wearing or in jewellery. I brought the one with stones from New York together with a big rosace which you can see on the upper photo. And the whale swam to me from my aunt’s caskets.
Both birds have stories concerned with Barcelona. The red one formerly had a magnificent long tail. This bird flew to me from Vienna with my Austrian friend Nora when I was in Barcelona. We were celebrating Nora’s birthday. One move, and the bird flew over a bar counter and flew back to me without its tail. Of course, Nora promised to find the new one at a flea market in Vienna. But this one keeps a story about that marvelous night. And what would have the new one? Just a tail. This would not be interesting.
The big medallion is from the same grandmother from which the roses came. As far as I know her sister gave it her. Now it is impossible to find it out. After grandmother lost one of its stones she lost interest for it as well. And my collection expanded.
What about kerchiefs, each of them have its own story. My things are some kind of a diary. They all can tell stories about how I traveled, how I had fun, or how I came to New York for the first time; about my working days and my dates. Sometimes I will tell their stories too.g
You ask what I do with such quantity of brooches? Something like the girl from video by Nordstrom does.