Leaving the studio of the artist, jewelry looks  for his place. Often the road is long. In boxes packed, by customs officials fingered, rayed at the airport. Arrival at the  place of revelation. The cases have  come to rest. Open like clams. The jewelry  reveals itself. Now the  jewelry is visible.  And ready  to go with you on future visits. As for millennia. On land, sea and air. You show the world your  jewelry.  And  your jewelry, which you show the world. Nice that we tremble no longer at the customs!

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