What refuses to break
Title: On What Refuses to Break This pendant was made in the pauses of a day, in spaces where thought wanders and hand rememmbers what the mind forgets. Copper teaches patience. It yields, but only after resistance. It marks every hesitation, every return, every small correction. I like that nothing here pretends to be inevitable.The […]
The Geometry of mess
Title: The Geometry of Mess I made these earrings the way one makes sense of life slowly, with resistance, with doubt, and with moments of sudden clarity that arrive unanounced. Copper is a difficult companion. It remembers every touch, every wrong turn, every attempt to straighten what was never meant to be straight. To work […]
Weight of a heart
Weight of a Heart Some hearts are light.This one is not.I chose a red jasper heart because it already knew what I know. It carries weight. It carries history. It carries quiet violence of time pressing in, again and again, until stone learns how to endure without breaking apart. Its cracks are not accidents. They […]
On discipline of light
Title: On the Discipline of Light I have been thinking about the heart again, not as metaphor, but as condition.We speak carelessly of giving our hearts away, as if self could be misplaced. But heart is not surrendered by leaving the body. It remains. What it does, quietly and relentlessly is shine altering the world […]
The weight of evening
I began this year thinking less about outcomes and more about what endures, sunrises and sunsets that do not pass through sky, but through chest, kind that arrive quietly and leave something altered behind them.Some moments are gentle and forgetable, whilst others descend slowly, viscous as honey, seeping into soul until it grows heavy with […]
On Stillness and the weight of quiet things
It used to be a better world or perhaps only a smaller one. Webbed. Coherent. Things held together without needing to explain themselves.I think of that often as I work.This pendant came into being slowly, way thoughts once did. A pale howlite stone, veined like memory itself, held in copper that has been bent, resisted, […]
The Unkempt Garden
I wrapped this pendant the way I remember gardens before they were corrected, and meticulously perfect. The chrysoprase is softly green, not polished into perfection but held as it is, clouded, uneven, carrying its own quiet weather inside. It rests in copper that has been bent, tightened, and coaxed by hand, not forced. The small […]
Geometry of a Purple Drop
I weave copper in way philosophers weave paradox, not to solve it, but to hold it in a form hands can understand. Wrire does not obey imediately. It argues, it hardens, it tests sincerity of intention. Only when time replaces force does it soften into shape.Amethyst I set was once held in the Botanical Gardens, […]