Cherokee Jewelry Collection 2015

Short story book, jewelry drawings and 3D jewelry design
ROHRBACH ® "The Art of 3D Jewelry Customization" ®

And they remembered that the world and souls
were created in the Song...

In the gaze of the owl and the panther,
solid and conscious world,
of the vast ocean, mud,
and on the island,
7 days and 7 nights,
for 7 tribes, guardians.

First sacred lands,
mountains, forests, lakes.
Gold for all, gold for the deities,
in harmony, in respect,
the leaves of the trees talking.

Dances, paintings, children,
creations and growth.
Myths, songs and legends.
No false note.
Protective fire and
shared wealth.

But they came, and they lied.
Pride and deception.
And it all got mixed up,
and everything was betrayed,
until walking in tears,
until death.

All was mixed, and all was muted,
lost, and reborn.
A phoenix, parallel.
The tree the largest,
the seed the most fragile,
the feathers, the gaze.
The leaves kept talking.

A child was born at the foot of the sequoia.
The voices of the north sang
on a distant road.
The owl made its nest.
Seeds easily grew,
destroying fire, necessary,
twice, protective fire,
surprising,
cycle of life.

The canoes took him away,
called, guided,
A sequoia, an owl,
a star and the moon.
In forests, lost.
In mountains, searching.
In cities, wandering.
The leaves kept talking.

Running, singing.
Like the 7 tribes,
deceived and disappointed.
But that trick,
only destiny called.
Despite so much abuse,
like magic,
the tree grew,
but the war came.

Blinded, wandering.
Without direction or path,
to the city returned.
From the emeralds in parallel
of the jungle he remembered,
and his memory returned.
From madman to mechanic,
precise jeweler he became.
Moved, and the dream of the beetle.
even more mystery.

For the plant, the seed
in the earth, thrives.
She, prepared.
She, dedicated.
She, loving.
From her heart she cares for the flower.
Remember, my queen.
Remember, my child.
You admire and find
your own wisdom.

From the jungle to the jewel,
much vanity there will be.
But only wish,
that better life,
no matter what form,
the heart finds,
beyond every lie,
lies the only victory,
the true life.

Damien Rohrbach