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January 16, 2014

Victoria Munzker

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I love to dive. Into the depth of the oceans, into the colours of nature, into the subconscious. Through imagination the undiscovered world of inward beings is brought to daily life till a piece of jewelry is created. The question is not “Where does my inspiration come from?” But “Where does it end?”. Where it has no limits and no rules, it is inexhaustible. With myriads of sources, in all shapes and colors, it develops itself. An unsatisfied thirst for knowledge, which drives to work, creates unique pieces that tell a story. The devotion to nature and jewelry rewarded with an open field of imagination, inspiration that’s wearable, and moreover an absolute revelation of one’s own feeling.

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Far below the horizon, in the darkness of the ocean it lives unobserved by humans. Where the light goes out and ceases to exist, romp creatures of unknown nature. They lure us in mysterious ways, open up their habitat and run off with us into their closed world.

Some of these artefacts look like druses some remind of an amoeba-like life form. I use random curing breakages as a design element. The different properties of material in unusual combinations together: Soft and amorphous meets hard and edged, the gloom of translucent stones faces matte, light absorbing bodies, fascinate me. Some compilations may appear unorthodox; the colour combinations look even dissonant. But it is just this visual irritation, that fine rupture, which moves our perception of beauty. It’s natural metamorphosis enchantes me, like transformation of tree resin into a healing stone. A precious gold coloured tear of God seeping from the inside  of a nature organism. Encloses everything what’s on its way. Insects and worms haven’t found a way out. And amber has found a way into my jewellery.

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