Design Series

A design series is a grouping of jewelry pieces that are related to each other by a theme. Eve creates a new jewelry series every six months. They appear alphabetically below, most with a short story or poem from Eve about the series. Click on the name or the picture to go to the individual jewelry pieces.

"With each of my Series, I tell a story: of  the woods, the water, the sky, of the long history of nations and of the love between two people. Then you will add your story, and that of your family, to entwine into a delicate, precious, unique jewel, for you and for generations to come."


Design Series

Series 11 to 20 of 39  



– Eve J. Alfillé, Spring 1980


Eau de Vie

Eau vive, in French, is running water. Water from a spring, live water.

"Eau de vie", my series, is more: water of life, early morning rain, larks in a meadow. Dawn's rosy fingers, the wine dark sea. The promise in a cloud.

Also, a human construct. Booze, spirits, distilled fruit to celebrate a good harvest, the birth of your child, life bubbling over.

And sometimes: drinking alone. Floods. New Orleans. A well run dry. Parched fields. Water rights, water fights. Don't drink the water. Spring showers. Radish seeds sprouting. A Zen garden. Rain barrels. Yellow-booted kids stomping in puddles. Champagne  at your wedding.

"Eau de vie" is about celebration, really. For the sheer joy of living.

At my age, I should know.

– Eve Alfille, Spring 2010


Edge of the forest

This series is inspired by a special part of my childhood, the delicate vegetation and fauna at the edge of the forest. There I found small frogs and berries, while hares darted in the dappled shade. Dark and deep, the forest was a secret world, too forbidding for a lone child. But the sous-bois had its own mysteries, the surprise hazelnuts and wild strawberries, the buttercups and tiny mosses, and the wonder that such a complete world could exist between the forest and the road.

It taught me to look at nature’s minutest details, the coil of a stem, the camber of a leaf, a drop of dew; this is the enchantment I hope to translate for you this spring.

– Eve J. Alfillé, Spring 2004


Entomology 101

Months or years
underground, underleaf,
patiently plotting pupa pushing wings
not quite ready then one dawn –
in the magnificence of sunshine
and its own soaring flight, unaware:
Two short days
to court, to dance, to breed
then, as all things must
spread great wings near the water
and stop
then and for always

– Eve J. Alfillé, Fall 2006


Etoile Filante

A luminous streak across a suddenly activated sky. Humble objects at once transformed.Earth and air breathe, small creatures auroleated in light.

And I will forever seek to recover the primeval salute of the stars:their myriad reflections at times known and then not.
Etoile filante is a wandering star.

– Eve J. Alfillé, Fall 2004


First Light

Time suspended. A breath, a mere instant of huge promise, a stir in the already scarce night air. Small crash of branches nearby. A first alert. But all is still, maybe a dream? Breath quickens, what is about to..? From a tight bud a leaf uncoils? Nothing. Go back to sleep. Or maybe watch quiet and silent; the latent power of first arousal.

It is the moment when we dream of heroes; the day has not dawned, all that is good will be ravelled overnight. The sleeve of care now mail and armor. A merest gleam where earth meets sky. Watch carefully: all the power of the day lies coiled in this moment. Don't miss preternatural silence in the woods.

Don't miss the orchestra sliding into its seats. Five o'clock now. Every bird has synchronized its inner electronics, and a hymn of sound ascends at once from every branch. Half an hour, to the second, then suspends as the sun, the day, the world rises. First Light.

– Eve J. Alfillé, Spring 2011


Garden of Eden - Fall 2014

When I was a small child, Paradise had trees with bright berries. Birds,
swooping, came to feed, and I, laughing, ran to catch them.

When I was a small child, every tree bestowed more than shade: splendor,
a place to shelter, footholds to the sun in its branches...

When I was a small child, in the garden was the air, more transparent,
breath so free that guilt could not exist there.

Adam and Eve were children. In Paradise they encountered a subtle beast
and made, as it is known a bad choice.


Plump leaves turned spiky, and thorns morphed to flaming swords. From smooth
brain lobes became rugged. The very air, and water now to fight over.

Children of the world, if you had to imagine paradise
I wonder, would it involve screens?

– Eve J. Alfillé, October 2014


Homage to Klimt

Intense and dazzling, the forms shimmer, nothing left to chance; Gustav anchored life, lust and love all at once, in a dance of golden glory.

Be not afraid. The scenes are not wanton, orgies, yes, but of color and form, sensate pools of desire refracted into each of the senses.

How does an artist give the world all the fullness it deserves? with a private garden of symbols, simple, potent, yet absolute the spiral, the oval, the square.

This shall be thy alphabet. like a magic crystal of childhood, place one in a glass of water and as you watch, a world will grow.

– Eve J. Alfille, September 2013 


Homage to Matisse

Color: can it ever be free
Can it be unbound?

Carefully, he scissored
Spiralling curves of yellow
Shards of green, vermillion tendrils
Into a world
Of pure color. Content, he said, be gone

But the mind, the great unconscious
Plays by different rules.
(In my fevered all-night universe
The space between the shapes
Deviously asserts its rights)
The mind
Contains orgies of forms,
Shadings, metaphors
For all the things we know.

Like Matisse in his late years
I find joy in new material.
In the exuberance of my daughter’s glass
A Yungian life emerges:
Shards, tendrils, creatures
Of a primordial sea?

Or maybe a simple joy.

Eve J. Alfillé  October, 2015


Jazz Age

In French schools, the recent past is not taught: too fresh to be history, it may revive controversy. So my high school classes learned all about Versailles and the Baroque style, but nothing about Art Deco, or jazz. Though 'The Jazz Age' usually denotes a period in the late 1920's, its great innovations in style extended long past the 1929 crash. The elegance of Art Deco, coupled with its practicality and relative simplicity," suggesting better times", still speaks to us today.

I love the functionality, the stylishness: Art Deco is above all  a way of seeing, it looks at the pure geometry of everyday objects, the sun, fountains, ocean liners, the pyramids, and translates them into flat decorative motifs that are at once restrained and joyous! For me, what inspired my current Jazz Age series is the particular duality  of the style:  how it makes room for both movement and repose, exuberance and severity, inspirations from current times and times past. What other decorative style can throw together speedy trains and ancient pyramids, maybe both in the same piece?

In this series, I have to remind myself to proceed past restraint: it's permitted to be joyous, even with nothing but the black, white and gray of diamonds and pearls!  And no problem letting rubies in, just  remember to color within the lines! So we will work from both ends, the pastels of moonstones, Ceylon sapphires and opals, and the glorious  reds, oranges and yellows of  jades, citrines, topaz and rubies. I design, hearing the jazz of Coltrane and Davis, the coolness and the splendor alternating. White gold and palladium for coolness, blush gold for delicacy, all are playing a role in my Jazz Age series.  

– Eve J. Alfillé, Spring, 2012


Series 11 to 20 of 39

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