I do not create products.
I create artifacts.

From metal, from wood.
From memory.

My work grows from the acceptance of impermanence, but it does not end there.
Wabi-sabi is the root, not the whole tree.

Jewelry is a talisman.
An object is an altar.
The body is a landscape.
Our home is a sanctuary.

What we wear speaks for us.
What we surround ourselves with inscribes us into space.

I am drawn to symbolism. To mythology. To the history of hands that held objects before us.
I believe objects are not silent. They carry memory. They preserve touch, loss, promises, change.
They speak for us when we fall silent.

Darkness is present in my work. Not as a shadow to be dispelled, but as a depth one can enter.
There is a femininity within it that is neither fragile nor sweet. It is layered. Intuitive. At times raw. Archetypal. Eternal.

Imperfection is not an aesthetic effect. It is evidence of process.
A crack is a trace of time. Irregularity is the breath of the material.
What might be considered a flaw elsewhere becomes a moment of truth here.

I do not work from a fixed map. I follow the material. I follow the inner tension between control and surrender.
Improvisation allows me to discover forms the mind alone would never conceive.

Hands are part of the ritual.
Touch is an act of transformation.
Process matters more than perfection.

Each collection is a chapter. Not closed, but open.

Objects speak.
Of what was lost.
Of what endured.
Of what is yet to come.

If you choose one of them,
it becomes part of your story.
And silence begins to take shape.

Beauty is not the goal.
Depth is.

Mya