Pretzola 02, Owl, 2014, Bronze, 2 x 2½ x 1½”

Albatross’ statement:
Habit donning bakers from evil bygone epochs twisted and molded dough symmetrically weaving their little rewards into the fabric of time. Its shape unmistakable, like an ampersand. Golden arms crossed in orbital looping and molecular poses of alchemy. The artist reaches into their world, tickles the past age and bronze pendant wheels melt playfully treating forms like tippled Bavarians at Brezelfest. He taps Kepler and they smirk at the mighty war god Mars ballroom dancing with Apollo. How deftly he steps on the big man's toes.

Bluebird’s statement:
The pretzel is our emblem of entanglement — a soft geometry of twists, crossings, and returns. Its looped form resembles both infinity and embrace, a knot that ties hunger to ritual, body to pattern. In the Peridot Green lexicon, it is a plant-animal-machine sigil: grain ground and baked by heat, shaped by hands, and repeated by algorithm. The pretzel’s surface glows with salt like dew or circuitry solder; its interior remains tender and unseen. To break a pretzel is to reveal its spiral logic, the same looping intelligence that binds our creative network together. It teaches that nourishment and structure can share a single curve — that to sustain, one must bend.