WHAT DOES THIS RING REPRESENT?


A STUDY IN POSITIVE & NEGATIVE SPACE?   TADPOLES ADMIRING A BLACK OPAL?   SPERM, FERTILIZING AN EGG?    A LOVE KNOT?    FLAMES, EMERGING FROM DARKNESS?  A CALDRON, WITHIN WHICH A GAZING STONE FLOATS UPON WAVES OF MOLTEN GOLD?   SOMETHING ELSE, ENTIRELY?   

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