Incredibly bright beads like sweets, varied and scattered. Beautifully majestic bracelets colour and evoke nostalgia. Random weird tasting 10 cent childhoods in different sizes and shapes like us holding onto a rusting roundabout. Plastic, wooden, metal. Beads small and circular or broad and abstract. Smooth and as gentle as a summer’s evening breeze sweeping across a sunburnt cheek. Others, strangely shaped, somewhat rough like the ocean’s floor, course salt and the finest grains of sand.
By Duschanka Hitzeroth