A dear friend gave me some faceted glass gems to play with. They were practice pieces, made by a family member who had been teaching himself gemcutting, using discarded traffic light glass (they were being replaced with LEDs). These two pieces – named “Consent” – were quickly born. One went back to the family, and the other now resides around the neck of one of my favorite people. She is fond of using one of her long, painted nails to indicate her answer when asked a question.


