Anna Gray, Tangrams, 2015: I sit at my bench, making puzzles of gold, for another woman to solve. I have an image in my mind of a grand old dame, a crisp 1940s silhouette. She sits and she stares, at her face in the mirror, oozing movie-star glamour. Taking her time to make up her face, and, then, for her final adornment... She takes out the jewellery I made, the pieces scattered, across the dressing table. She can create what she likes, choosing how best to fasten the fragments together. She looks at them, as I do, wondering what to make: earrings, or a necklace or a brooch. She is conscious of her decorative choices and both our hands create. She searches for the shape that most appeals. Finally, hitting on a form that can express her elegant attitude. A Tangram, I could explain, is a childhood toy, a Chinese game imported to Australia. A dissection task of seven flat shapes, with which to make an outline. I play with this jewellery, as I played as a child, with half an eye on an elegant woman, going through elaborate night-time rituals I fail to comprehend. Nana with her cluttered dresser, with its thousand bottles of perfume, Mum and her make-up, always applied standing up. Now, I think of a woman today, and how she might construct herself, her hand sifting through her jewellery box. I hope she enjoys the things I made. I wish I could see how she expresses herself, making her own, individual arrangement.