1998 Collection

Whimsy of the Elizabethan jester
captured in the curl of ornament.

Ancient and ambiguous, pure and innocent,
the fleur-de-lis is chosen as a promise of grace and immortality.

Pawn your fear and gain the Kingdom.
Play the game.

As old as Persia, the ancient game of chess.
As old as the world, the game of life.
It's your move.

A concerto invitation.
Centuries ago inscribed on a Venetian wall.

Winter is the season to dream the beginning.
Like this great tree we are all rooted in one earth, ever changing, ever growing.

The eye follows ornament like the thread of a song.
Hidden in enchanted rooms of lavish Italian villas.

Waiting for the poet's pen.

All the letters of the alphabet like a rosary of language.

The victory is yours.

Every life a shining torch,

burning bright and everlasting.

"I would rather write 10,000 notes

than a single letter of the alphabet."

- L.V. Beethoven

Like nature we adore the flower.

Turned wood, forged iron on artist's brush;

floral ornament is music for the eye.

Love, truth, friendship.

Marked like an eternal blessing

in the palm of your hand.

A rose.

Lingering like the long last note,

drawn from strings charming the night.