Project Overview
A ring is supposed to make you look better. These are solid bronze and they are capable of doing damage.
There is a precedent. Between about 1900 and 1910 women used hatpins, six to ten inches of ornament, against men who followed them in the street and pressed up against them on trams. It worked well enough that Chicago passed an ordinance in 1910 fining any woman fifty dollars for a hatpin over nine inches. Milwaukee, Pittsburgh and New Orleans followed, then Hamburg and Paris. In Sydney in 1912 sixty women went to prison rather than pay the fine. Two years before that a woman had written to a Chicago paper: I always feel safe going home late at night with a hatpin available for protection.
What replaced it is keys held between the fingers, which does not work. The base drives into your palm on impact, the keys twist out of line rather than landing, they cut your own hand, and then you drop them. It is a gesture that disarms you while letting you feel prepared.
These sit in that gap. Cast solid, no hollow centre, already on the hand before anything happens, with nothing to reach for and nothing to lose hold of. I wear several at once, including a daintier one on the thumb. The corrosion does the same job on the metal that the metal does for the wearer, because a stable patina on bronze is a physical barrier that shields what is underneath and slows everything that comes after. The damage is the armour.
The title says defence because defence is the permitted word. Of people sentenced in England and Wales for carrying an offensive weapon, thirty-one per cent go immediately to prison. Of the rapes recorded by police, two point six per cent result in a charge.

Ornament as Defence
Material: Bronze
Technique: Forms built with Ferris wax, lacquer wax, hot glue, embedded beads and wire; completed using mould-making, electroforming, and casting
Size: Various (approx. 3.3–4.5 cm high × 2.4–3.4 cm wide)
Description: These cast bronze rings are forged as wearable defences, not decorative accessories. Each piece reads like a small hostile landscape: part reef, part crater rim, part scarred terrain. Solid cast throughout, no hollow centre, and heavy enough that you are aware of it the whole time it is on. Their visual language comes from corrosion, pressure, and emotional endurance, where bronze thickens, blisters, and hardens into surfaces that feel weathered rather than embellished. Sculptural in scale and energy, they reject fragility and turn ornament into topography, carrying the marks of abrasion, resistance, and survival.