Do you remember when you were a kid? Rummaging through your grandma’s jewelry box? Or your pop-pop’s junk drawer? Yeah, it’s like that.
My jewelry is made of the stuff of junk, the stuff of fairytales and stories never told, or told over and over again that you never get tired of hearing about. My jewelry becomes your jewelry, your stories, your fantasy jewelry box, full of visions of places visited or imagined. My jewelry becomes legend.