Made once,
by hand
Before the piece there is a drawing. Before the drawing, a memory: Armenian ornament, a Los Angeles afternoon, a tattoo on someone's wrist. Yelena Nazaryan turns them into jewelry, one copy each: five tales of skin, sea, spark, fable and origin.
An invitation to wear a story nobody else owns.
[Skin][Skin]Skin
A heart that carries a tattoo. Vegan leather, embroidered by hand, snaps onto a silver collar and off again.
Enter the tale
I am the mark you chose to keep. I sit at the base of the throat and say what you would not say out loud.[ Skin · First tale ]
[Sea][Sea]Sea
Heavy chains, agate, amber and crystal clusters. Photographed where the Pacific meets the rocks.
Enter the tale
I am what the tide leaves on the rocks: heavy, cold, and never the same twice.[ Sea · Second tale ]
[Spark][Spark]Spark
Gold, pearls and a spike or two. For every toast, twirl and twinkle of the season.
Enter the tale
I am the last glass of the night, the one that catches the light when everyone turns around.[ Spark · Third tale ]
[Fable][Fable]Fable
A ballerina, a nutcracker, a rocking horse, a deer and the moon. Characters embroidered bead by bead onto stick pins.
Enter the tale
I am the story you were told before sleep, stitched small enough to wear on a coat.[ Fable · Fourth tale ]
[Origin][Origin]Origin
Where it started: Armenian ornament, turquoise and brass, photographed on cracked earth.
Enter the tale
I am where it started: a pattern older than the city, carried across the world in a box of beads.[ Origin · Fifth tale ]