I have been dreaming about dimensions: 2nd, 3rd, and 4th.

I am re-learning the techniques of my youth, and making with a sense of playfulness despite being frustrated by imperfect skill and mistakes of memory. I fold and refold, trying to overcome these mistakes. I fold to make things more complicated, I fold to make them simpler.

I found a golden cardboard box, and remade it, fold by fold, from a solid sheet of brass. Like an optimistic child, I see the color of the box and think ‘gold,’ but it is not gold, and is not trying to be gold. As the surface of the metal begins to tarnish, the fantasy will be made ridiculous.

As I indulge further in that impending, ridiculous future, I pair my folded brass with a pre-crushed cup as a throwaway ode to copper vessels, a coil of brass rings the length of a finger, a constellation of knots, refractory rainbows, and conjoined orbs that already miss being weightless. I have a hard time deciding if I want these things to be jewelry...so I imagine them as if I could make jewelry to wear in space. It wouldn’t need a pin, just a thin line to keep it floating near you. For now they wait, and are kept warm.