About Me

At the bench

 

My story with jewelry started early.
I grew up in a family where metal and fire

were part of everyday life —
I’m the second generation at the bench.
One of my earliest memories is the scent

of my father’s workshop —
a mix of wax, metal, and warmth.

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I never planned to become a jeweler.
It just happened — slowly, quietly, and then

there was no way back.

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Glossy luxury never called to me.
I never wanted a brand built on a name,
where people buy letters more than design.
What I wanted was to make things that felt alive —
that carried warmth, honesty, a bit of soul.

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Most of my work starts without a sketch.
I just take the wax and begin.
Sometimes it’s quick, sometimes slow —
but at some point, the form starts to speak back.
I can’t really explain it.
It’s a kind of quiet magic.

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It so happened that I’ve always

worked as self-employed —
free to follow my own rhythm.
That freedom has never been a burden,
apart from the financial side, of course.
I don’t depend on trends and don’t try

to predict the market.
I simply make what feels true —
and I’ve been happy to discover that it resonates

with others too.

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Once, reading to my children,
I came across a line that stayed with me:
inspiration can’t be chased —
you just have to be in the right place for it to find you.
That’s what I try to do —
to keep standing in that place.