FRAGILITY
Noa Yankovitch
Israel

My work examines the tension between closeness and distance, the fragile space where connection and separation coexist. I’m interested in how intimacy changes shape when it’s tested: when presence becomes absence, when touch turns into memory. Through jewelry, I explore the body as a site of both connection and boundary. The pieces invite shared experience, to be worn together, to bridge a gap, to hold what cannot always be held. Fragility, in this context, is not a flaw but a condition of being human: the quiet moment before something shifts, the awareness that proximity is always temporary.
Each work seeks to give form to this instability, translating emotional and physical tension into an object that holds both vulnerability and persistence, a reminder that even distance can contain traces of closeness.

Jewelry for two « Eye To Eye », 2025
25x40x80 mm / 15 gr
Silver
Classical metalsmithing and 3D modeling
Photo : Oriana Bohbot
Two bodies meet through a shared gaze. The piece captures the fragile tension between seeing and being seen, where intimacy exists in silence and distance.

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