Thin Cities Faucet Necklace

This sweet little charm pendant has been hand crafted using techniques of fusing and carving sterling silver. It has been entirely fabricated by hand, it not been cast.

The inspiration for this piece came as I was making a series of works for the exhibition 55 Cities. Inspired by the written works of Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities.

This pendant is made entirely from sterling silver on a sterling silver chain.

Pendant measures 10x10mm on a 50cm chain.

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Thin Cities 3

Whether Armilla is like this because it is unfinished or because it has been demolished, whether the cause is some enchantment or only a whim, I do not know. The fact remains that it has no walls, no ceilings, no floors: it has nothing that makes it seem a city, except the water pipes that rise vertically where the houses should be and spread out horizontally where the floors should be: a forest of pipes that end in taps, showers, spouts, overflows. Against the sky a lavabo’s white stands out, a bathtub, or some other porcelain, like late fruit still hanging from the boughs. You would think the plumbers had finished their job and gone away before the brick layers arrived; or else their hydraulic systems, indestructible, had survived a catastrophe, an earthquake, to the corrosion of termites.

Abandoned before or after it was inhabited, Armilla cannot be called deserted. At any hour, raising your eyes among the pipes, you are likely to glimpse a young woman, or many young women, slender, not of tall stature, luxuriating in the bathtubs or arching their backs under the showers suspended in the void, washing or drying or perfuming themselves, or combing their long hair in the mirror. In the sun, threads of water fanning from showers listen, the jets of the taps, the spurts, the splashes, the sponges’ suds.

I have come to this explanation: the streams of water channeled in the pipes of Armilla have remained in the possession of nymphs and naiads. Accustomed to travelling along underground veins, they found it easy to enter into the new aquatic realm, to burst from multiple fountains, to find new mirrors, new games, new ways to enjoy water. Their invasion may have driven out the human beings, or Armilla may have been built by humans as a votive offering to win the favour of nymphs, offended at the misuse of the waters. In any case, now they seem content, these maidens: in the morning you hear them singing.

- Italo Calvino