The rings are gradually taking shape in my hands.
I feel that being able to share the time in which jewelry comes to life is an irreplaceable joy.
The platinum and pink gold were joined in the intense heat of the flame.
Each metal forms exactly half of the ring.
It was a rather demanding process to align them perfectly, but I think I managed to bring it together nicely.
As I worked, before I knew it, lantana was in full bloom in a corner of my garden.
In the shade of the tree, surrounded by dappled light, I looked at the finished ring.
Water and sunlight. Time woven together. Flowers.
Our meeting—yours and mine—has taken shape as two rings, now here.
Grateful to Yakushima for this beautiful encounter.
When I looked up, the evening clouds were tinted orange.
A faint sound of waves drifted in from the sea.
I let the image of the floral engraving spread quietly in my mind.
A cat noticed me and ran past.
And just like that, a day on the island passed gently.
work in progress
