Entropy

Description

A leaf, eaten through by worms — holes where something else once lived, edges frayed by time it didn’t ask for.
society calls this damage. we call it proof of a life fully lived.
nothing that exists is spared decay — not the leaf, not us. the imperfection is not a flaw in the design, it is the design. this brooch holds that quiet argument: that what is “worm-beaten” is not less whole, only differently whole. as ordinary, as inevitable, as death itself.
cast and hand-finished in brass, every bite mark and torn edge preserved exactly as found — nothing smoothed over, nothing apologized for.