The lion on this ring is at rest — wrapped in a velvety luminosity that stays with him. The character is always there, the regality always present. He lets himself be reached by this colour, the bordeaux, which almost covers him. The light reads softly on the relief, following the lines of the intaglio rather than hardening them. He keeps what is his, within.

Whoever chooses this ring finds something of themselves in him. Every personality is different — and so is every way of telling a story. Some tell it out loud. Some in a low voice. Some only manage it in song, because that is the only way the words come — to speak of themselves and of others too. He does it in a low voice. The smooth enamel coating the bronze, the oval bezel, the full volumes of the mane: everything rests — and everything is felt. The bronze carries a quiet fullness — a real object, a presence that stays with whoever wears it. The bordeaux enamel takes in the light and gives it back with a character all its own.

Yellow is dry light, direct — full sun on the resting lion. Pink is low light on sandstone — warm, still, the same material as the relief at another hour. Red carries its own intensity: bordeaux and red recognise each other, each amplifying the other. Green is porous and textured — entirely different from the liquid sheen of the bordeaux, a contrast of textures felt as much as seen.