“Daddy can you make some jewellery like this?” my son Emilliano asked with a grave expression, presenting me with a few small pieces of paper. I hoped that I could create,  inspired by my son’s imagination, as my father and his father before him had done, but hard as I tried, I was unable to make anything of it. I set it aside and decided to put it off til later, but as I was laying down the torn pieces, I realised the idea they hid : the flat sheet’s desire to acquire volume. The paper absorbs the energy of the child that has shaped it, impregnating it with meaning, the metal sheet bends and moves, held by the will of forge or hand.