Keys have very powerful symbolism. The very function they perform: to open … or to lock; therein perhaps lies their strength.
The strongest association of key to power is probably the possession of the keys to the underworld and afterlife realms in mythology. The realms guarded by locks that only this key could open or close, such as Hades in Greek mythology. The keeper of the keys had to guard the passage from this world into the other, and to guard the other world to make sure all the dead remained where they belonged. A Babylonian funerary chant beseeches these gatekeepers to keep close watch over the dead, lest they return.
Locked realm can also be our own earth, its seas, or the cosmos itself. Cybele, Greek goddess of natural caverns and the Earth in its primitive state, (who is to be worshipped on mountain tops .. I like that!), holds the key to Earth, shutting her up in winter and opening her again in spring. Janus or Ianus in Roman mythology was the god of gates, doors, doorways, beginnings and endings; he opens the door of the sky and releases the dawn. In Mesopotamian mythology, Ninib guards the lock of heaven and earth and opens the deep, and Ea unlocks fountains. The Egyptian mythology Serapis has keys to the earth and sea. While Breton folklore has it that menhirs (men meaning stone and hir meaning long) are the keys to the sea and to hell; it is said if they were all turned in their locks and the locks should open then the sea would rush in.
I have been quietly, and for reasons I do not know, been collecting keys. Keys to cars I’ve driven and sold, places I have lived, doors I have locked and opened one million times in my life. Or even keys I find; keys that have nothing to do with me except that they chose one day to lie in my path. I am no expert and I have no experience in this field, nor do I seek it. I have not bought keys, because I only want those keys that have come my way.
I have no explanation for this, except that I love their shapes. I love the way they feel in my hand. I love the idea that they may have kept secrets in or kept secrets out. I love to think that they have a story to tell. As I write this, I guess this is my major passion or drive behind everything I do: stories.
I cannot design a piece of jewelry unless it starts with a story. I also love to write, and have published many stories. The pictures I take, the scribbles in my journals, the collages, everything has to have a story. Maybe I am also collecting stories – and if I don’t always find what I want, I simply go ahead and make my own.
That is the key to my passion.
Until next time ..
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