Hamon jp, "Zanskarie woman wearing a perak (traditional headdress) composed of turquoises (Zanskar)," 1991
In Old French it was called Turkish stone, a conflation of those who’d traded the gems with the gem itself: the sky, dug by hand in Persia. The Diné also know this stone, how its gender’s male if bluer, or female when more green. And there are others still—like a checkout clerk I saw consoling a woman who’d forgotten her name, her money, what she was buying, where she lived—a checkout clerk who, in brilliant turquoise eyeshadow, told me she wore the stone, its color to brighten the gray sadness she saw all around her. Who could blame her, on her feet all day at the checkout, this infinite mother of patience in her raiment of summer sky?