“We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game”
When my daughter turned two my mom sent me a necklace I made for her at age seven. Oval white wooden beads set into a pattern of tiny orange pieces of glass and a few intentionally placed accents of aqua blue. I marveled at the sweet gesture, the fact that she still had the thing, and how recognizable my work was thirty something years later. I was half a decade into my career designing jewelry and still working out something familiar through the pairing of shape, color and pattern, along with variations of circles and groups of three or asymmetrical loners put just off center as if to claim their place in the family of things. And now, a decade times two later, yep, more of the same, A Circle Game. Just like Joni said.