The idea

A small act of rebellion against the blindness to ordinary things.

I’m not questioning the beauty of complex things. But as humanity, we’ve become obsessed with what is grand and unattainable. We want to live two or three lives at once.

For me, making jewelry from pebbles found on the beach is a practice of celebrating devotion to a chosen path. I don’t want every new earring to be better, more beautiful, more complicated. I simply want to share the beauty I see.

Amid the chaos of recent months, my heart kept returning to the smallest joys. I gazed at mountain slopes blanketed in a quilt of colours. I listened to the sea singing me a lullaby. I collected pebbles and watched incense smoke dancing in the last light of day.

I know nothing about the stones I collect. I collect them because they are pretty. I collect them because it gives me pleasure. For now, I trust myself and allow myself to appreciate the first step. Simple, and unsteady.