One Saturday at the Brooklyn flea, there was a strangely beautiful luminescence blanketing the market. It was the kind of light that some photographers call “magic light”, where everything is crisp and in focus and possessing an ethereal quality. I looked up at the sky and the peering sun amidst specks of grey clouds looked more like the moon, intensely bright and fluorescent, and I had to look with wide eyes to see the giant halo around it. It was intensely beautiful to see, and I told my neighbors to look but they were unfazed. Once upon a camping trip in Vermont eons ago, there was a double rainbow halo around the blazing sun. It was very surreal, with vibrant colors as if it was drawn with crayons and it felt equally surreal, I might even describe it as mystical…

A pair of tea cup saucer size earrings made in the year 2000. Life imitates art imitates life and so on…