Iceberg

When we imagine icebergs, we see a world of ice mountains trapped under a carpet of snow, drifting indifferently across the ocean. Solitary wanderers surrounded by a deathly silence. Everything is frozen. No living soul. But nothing could be further from the truth. Their matter breathes. It expresses itself. We can hear its roar. Someone inhabits these frozen masses with their glacial existences.

Faced with the phenomenon of melting and global warming, we delve into Olivier Remaud's wonderful book, which invites us to observe wild nature with new eyes and to think like these diamonds of a thousand shades whose realm lies below the waterline, in the domains of invisibility. Colossuses that continuously change their appearance and turn over like whales, that react to what affects them, that emit complaints and issue warnings. Each with its own personality, distinct from all others by its sounds, its movements, and even its preferences.

In this collection, we enter a dreamlike world that challenges our beliefs, where colors shimmer, boundaries disappear, time is suspended, and the senses are altered. With pieces that change depending on the angle of the rays, sometimes oblique, others vertical. Straight lines intermingle, and curves overlap. Translucent volumes emerge from craggy crevices, cubes extracted from frozen icebergs, and iridescent edges that reverberate in nothingness. Designs that capture the whisper of the wind, the texture of water sculpting pillars, the fragile balance of light molding shapes. Plays of light and shadow that reveal unsuspected nuances on a palette with four chromatic variations: ash gray, opaque with a slight relief; a bluish-green that shines from the waves; a cobalt blue revered by painters and poets for its captivating purity, and the gold mirror, papiroga's hallmark, which envelops silhouettes with its special glow. A sensory spectacle that also includes new Minis and Midis destined to become classics, hoops for creating combinable earrings, spectacular clasps, and chokers with delicate golden fittings.

Reflecting our moods, icebergs are allegories of passing time, mirages of our mundane lives. Their infinitely rich crystals hold the memory of the Earth, the recollections of our ancestors. If their sound fades, if snowflakes no longer accumulate on their bases, the planet will become solitary. We share the same destiny. The same water, the same light, the same air. In them lies the safeguarding of the world.