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.

Discover the Taste of Light Collection

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.

The drills used daily wear out quickly.
Not only do they lose their sharpness fast, but they also break rather easily, requiring frequent resharpening like a pencil.
However, the tool I’m currently testing makes it much easier to achieve the perfect angle— a small but satisfying joy as of late.

In the quiet of morning, inspiration stirs—soft, fleeting.
Somewhere close, it wells up like a hidden spring, gently overflowing.
So often it fades before we notice, but today, it lingers.
A quiet presence, waiting to be felt.