What if a gemstone were liquid?
From that quiet thought emerged a new vision—color held in surface tension, a cup of light poised to spill.

The setting, like a vessel.
The stone, a flavor of light.

The new collection, Taste of Light, reflects this impression: a sensation not only seen, but almost tasted.
Each piece captures the delicate boundary between form and feeling, a quiet indulgence, crafted to shimmer with emotion.

My son’s milk tooth, once lost and long forgotten, found again in a quiet moment.

Carved into pearl, not just to remember, but to search for something I hadn’t yet understood. A trace of childhood, a glimmer of the mystery that still lingers.

Certain places carry a quiet magnetism—an unseen thread that tugs at the soul and lends a fleeting spark to everything that stirs there. Over the past four years, the land and space cradling the atelier have blossomed into just such a spot.

Now, it seems ready to turn the page and begin a new, tender chapter.