Constance's inspirations
A journey to the heart of ancient Greece
There are journeys that leave a deeper imprint than mere memories. My trip to Greece was one of those, a true return to my roots, a dive into a world where every stone, every wind, every light still seems to whisper the stories of gods and heroes.
Under the azure sky of Attica, the white columns of the Parthenon stood like sentinels of eternity. There, I felt the presence of Athena , goddess of wisdom and artisans, the one who protects creators and inspires the hands that shape. The folds of her marble toga seemed to vibrate in the sun, reminding us that art and beauty never die, that they are passed on.
Further south, facing the Aegean Sea, the Temple of Poseidon at Cape Sounion enveloped me in a powerful breath. The wind carried the legends of sailors, prayers for safe crossings, and the promise of distant horizons. The sea, a symbol of freedom and infinity , has become for me a source of creation, a palette of blues and silver to decline in my inspirations.
And then there was Delphi , that timeless place where the Oracle once delivered Apollo's messages. There, I understood the importance of mystery, of symbols, of the invisible in the visible . Like ancient jewelry engraved with protective signs, each creation can carry a secret, a message for the one who wears it.
My trip to Greece taught me that goddesses are not just marble figures . They are everywhere: in the light caressing an olive tree, in a shell picked up at the edge of a cove, in a motif found on an ancient amphora. Aphrodite , muse of love and beauty, inspires soft and sensual forms. Artemis , wild goddess of forests and moons, instills a natural and instinctive strength.
I draw from this universe, from this encounter between the rigor of temples, the poetry of myths and the magic of ancient symbols.
Each of my inspirations is a tribute to this eternal Greece, to its filigree jewels, its sacred geometric forms and its protective amulets.
In each creation, there is a little of this journey, of these stones heated by the sun, of these stories whispered by the winds.
A fragment of Antiquity, revisited for today.
