{"product_id":"pendant-from-diary-entry-0176","title":"Pendant - from Diary Entry 0176","description":"\u003cp\u003eFormed from a cedar branch collected in the forests of Arz, this pendant acts as a talisman of return. Suspended close to the chest, it holds the scent, weight, and silence of the mountains, a quiet counterpoint to the chaos left behind in the city.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eArt technique: Lost wax carving and wood carving.\u003cbr\u003eMaterials: Cedar wood and 925 sterling silver.\u003cbr\u003eDimensions: 1.2 x 2.5 x 0.4 cm.\u003cbr\u003eWeight: 2.77 g\u003cbr\u003eProduction year: 2020\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom the Diary\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese diary entries document the moments, places, and emotional states that gave rise to each ring. Written as personal records, they trace the lived experiences that shaped the pieces' forms, materials, and gestures. Each ring is accompanied by a diary entry, a personal record of the\"Haven\" that sparked its creation. Together, they map experiences of pause, fear, play, and choice, translated into wearable forms. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eDiary Entry 0176 - Aug 08, 2020 \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter the nation rose in revolution, during a worldwide pandemic, and in the aftermath of the August port blast, my mind could no longer withstand the accelerating pace of Beirut. The city felt post-apocalyptic. Empty yet full, silent, and then suddenly ear-drilling. I was invited for a week-long rest in isolation in Arz, a small mountainside retreat wrapped in cold yet refreshing air. Above the Valleys of Saints, above the clouds, almost paradise. They call it Arz el-Rab for a reason. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe pause was necessary. I needed to replenish my inspiration. I walked through the forest, between the oldest cedar trees and the newest sculptures of Rudy Rahme. The serenity of the space insists on creation. The scent of cedar reconnects you instantly to your roots, to your sanity. Wood that is thousands of years old suddenly speaks, like lava erupting from a dormant crater for centuries. History becomes something you can smell, simply by existing in the middle of the forest. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt my feet lay a few fallen branches, broken off during the passing winter. They were destined to be stepped on, submerged, forgotten. Still. Dead. Waiting to be buried. \u003cbr\u003eI took them. I adopted them. I reshaped them into movement, so that life could emerge again, as history continues to write itself forward. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne became a ring. \u003cbr\u003eThe other, a pendant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Wael Daaboul","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":52235528077595,"sku":"CSP-WAEL-DAABOUL-HAVENS-2","price":270.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0769\/7976\/5531\/files\/Pendant-fromDiaryEntry0176.jpg?v=1779256580","url":"https:\/\/kulturnest.com\/products\/pendant-from-diary-entry-0176","provider":"Kulturnest ","version":"1.0","type":"link"}