The gift of love Day 68

I saw an exhibition called Museum of broken relationships http://www.brokenships.com/ and it was far from what I expected to see. It's all about special meanings we assign to the objects that in the end turn to symbolize our relationships. There was an odd wedding dress and a ring but also a mobile phone, a toiletries bag, a ticket, a bookmark...

Then I started thinking about which object marks my relationship? I came up with a handmade ring, because he's not arty at all and because I appreciated the effort but would have preferred "a real thing" at the time. I was too young to know any better. This turned out to be just the temporary solution until the picky me could find what she wanted. Before you hate me, let me tell you that this is worse, far worse. This is not an engagement ring. It's a boyfriend-gave-me-this-to-prove-we're-serious ring. Anyhow, years later I still have both rings and I cherish this one way more. This is the love ring that substitutes all the letter he never wrote to me, all the songs he never sang and all the ballads he never played. The bought one is beautiful and it only took the money, this one took a lot of love.

I found it hard to present this ring, firstly it only make sense to be photographed from above. I chose that exquisite box to portray the emotional worth of the ring. I chose black background because it's so me (and all the things that form it are of course mine). The textures because there are so many layers of me. I don't think I did the best job photo-wise yet I learned a lot.

I partially solarized the image and kicked myself for choosing a narrow DOF because it took forever to get the focus just right.