DIARY

The in-between,in silent chaos -what hasn't beenand won't be,this serene refugea frozen trampoline.sweet meadows of nothingness.

{ petal head }     { the whole gang }     { coral whale }     { dancing tail in heavy seas }   { petals & fins bowl under a full moon }X

(Ladakh, June 2019) shifts within glacier hearts crystalline voices liquid thoughts tectonic love an avalanche all melting all freezing to Align

Blurred reality. A parallel world. A dreamscape that seeps into the present,  effortlessly. A place of belonging. Yet, nowhere. Are we crossing over now? To the other side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   X  

When I'm asked how I started sculpting, my mind never seems to recall a specific time or trigger. However, it most definitely has stored a feeling; a coming-together of energies. A feeling of union.  Sculpting felt like a physical extension of a raw, organic flow of emotion. Although initiated with an intent to be a possible creative relief, it's natural and effortless translation into design stories paved the way for the label's first jewelry edit; ever since. X