Fox is a creature that seems to come to my life when I'm at a crossroads in some way. I'll never forget the January night when I listened to the foxes bark in the back gardens. Or the shredded bin bag on that crucial morning in November; what I thought I'll never see again strewn across the street, the foxes finding life in what I rejected.
The fox is a fierce trickster, a reminder of uncompromising wildness in the city, moving on silent paws between two worlds.
This brooch is a tribute to the fox. Stroke the rusty silk's soft, fur-like raw edge and say it's not alive.
In the shop today.