A door panel in solid bronze. Radiating lines spreading from a bezel-set salt and pepper diamond at the center. About one inch long. Small enough to wear close. Heavy enough to feel real.

It was born in San Miguel de Allende, from a city of centuries-old thresholds doors so present and so weighted that I couldn’t stop photographing them. I kept thinking about what it means to hold a passage. To stand between what was and what comes next.

I came home and I made this.

Passage is about endurance. Not the dramatic kind. The quiet, daily kind. The kind where you look up one day and realize you’re on the other side of something you weren’t sure you could get through.

The salt and pepper diamond at the center the eye, the witness that’s you. Still here. Still looking.

This piece is for the woman who knows that door. Who has stood at it, or is standing at it now.