Rings – Skin Deep, Heart Aflame

Neither rings nor bracelets here bend to the softness of docile forms.
Born of fire, copper, and gesture, they carry within them the memory of hammering, the scars of metal, the flashes of enamel.
Some are fine and raw like a taut thread, others massive, dented, almost wild.
They trace their path on the skin as one writes a story — through sparks, through impulses, through fortunate accidents.
Each piece tells a way of being in the world – instinctive, alive, unruly.
At times silent talismans, at times tiny cries in the hollow of the wrist or on the finger, they are to be worn as one wears a part of oneself: visible, vibrant, irreducible.