ABOUT THIS WORK

I am a student of this planet and the civilizations that learned to read it.

The Sumerians pressed meaning into wet clay and called it sacred. The Celts understood that certain places on the land were thin, that the veil between worlds was not a wall but a membrane, and they moved through those places with reverence. My own Irish blood carries that knowing. It is not something I learned. It is something I remembered.

9 years ago, there was a moment when I had a glimpse of my ancient self.

Not a discovery, but a reclamation. A remembering of something that had always been mine. That moment led to the call to work with my hands, to make objects with purpose and meaning, and to begin what has become an ever-unfolding journey as a metalsmith.

When I am not at the bench, you can find me at home with a cup of tea, deep in research on consciousness, or the nature of reality. Reading about the old ways. The practices and rituals I like to imagine were used by the women in my lineage. I make this work in their honor.

The women who find these pieces often arrive to it the same way.

At a market. In the quiet of a late-night scroll. Across a table with a friend wearing something that stops them mid-sentence.

And then something happens that can’t be neatly explained. 

It isn’t just a thought.
It’s a feeling. Something older than words. Something that feels less like discovery and more like recognition.

These pieces are for women who are becoming. Women stepping into their power with clear eyes and an unapologetic heart. Who understand that what they wear is not decoration. It is the physical record of who they are choosing to become.

From the Infinite Jewelry. Made from wonder, memory, and the oldest knowing there is.

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