HAREM ROYAL - SCREWPULOUS JEWELRY

I don’t recall much of my childhood, but I remember the burning soil of my parents’ backyard, the hot, humid summer air in the countryside, the flakes of glittering sun scattered across the ocean, the butterflies and lizards crawling over my skin during long afternoons when I used to wander alone by the coastline. Childhood was my playground of wilderness and it would remain so in the life to come.

My childhood was very tactile. Country living required hands on experiences, which meant getting cut, burned, scraped, bit, splintered and smashed. You learn quite quickly what you can and can't touch, do or manipulate when faced with the consequences.

My dad was always tinkering with or building things and giving me something to do.Touching things allows me to understand. A lot of information is taken in by touch.

My mother always told me to look with my eyes and not with my hands. She says to believe it you must see it.

But a memory that sticks out to me is one of playing with a razor blade. I sensed how sharp a razor blade was and I touched it anyway just to feel the surface. The surface feels rigid but sleek and smooth.

I cut of some layers of skin and it stung like hell. I knew this but did it anyway and found myself bleeding and shivering with awe. I enjoyed those moments; they were good lessons beyond blessings.

I was always aware of what I was doing. This awareness imbued these actions with dignity. It doesn't make any difference that I was just a child. You can have self-awareness at any age. For me it wasn't just adventure, I was searching for a true experience.

I don’t obey rules. They make me disappear. Rising above current limitations is how I find meaning in the face of unavoidable suffering.

I like to flourish along lines of force not determined solely by moral and social concerns with the delight I take in the insouciant daring existence because owning experience by creatively giving birth to something that is unique, glamorous, and fierce yet delicate is paramount.

I believe in sublime - the beauty that settles for nothing and forgives no one.

Beauty as weapon. This profound blend morphing with combustible attraction.

And that’s the fact. Cold artefact.