In my previous blogs I have discussed sentimentality, specifically our commitment in passing jewellery down along with its narrative through generations. The juxtaposition of this jewellery either becoming part of our daily getup or simply being tucked away in a drawer for years to come lingers with me.
Everyday I wear my grandmothers wedding band, it’s unremarkable, not even an inscription to identity it from another. But it’s charged full of emotion, memories and a story of ‘Two Wedding Rings’ – My Grandmother sadly lost her original wedding band, so an identical replacement was bought. Years later when turning the mattresses in her house the original ring was found spinning on a bed spring where it had laid untouched for years. On her death, my Mother inherited one which she simply keeps, tucked away in a ‘safe’ place and I the other, which I wear everyday. I actually have no idea who has which one, and of course it doesn’t matter.
I began repurposing a vintage manicure box to house some of my enamel samples and artefacts along with the idea that these could stay neatly in their fitted box or if you were to wear them, would require human intervention to tell their story, linked by ‘precious’ connections.
I decided to invite around some friends, and asked them each to bring with them their own sentimental jewellery. I recorded each of them testing out my box whilst asking them questions about their own jewellery and attachments of sentimentality.
The results were thought-provoking, how individual we each really are. I imagine my friends jewellery boxes, lined with their families and influencers past lives, their current lives and the inkling of lives yet to be lived.
Mocking up this first ‘memory box’, was mostly unsuccessful. In my evaluation, among many flaws and problems, crucially the process of connecting the pieces is clumsy and crude. The link between the enamel and found objects also lacked substance or context. The conversations about each of their own sentimental jewellery, were far more interesting and something I hope to come back to. Repurposing the box itself, I thought had real potential and cemented my thoughts on jewellery being partially incomplete without a box or home.