New Arrivals

The knot pattern on this set has no beginning and no end - I've been engraving it for thirty years and it still demands my full attention every time. I made this for the people who want something that works on two levels: the bracelet at the wrist and the ring on the finger, both carrying the same pattern, both with magnets set flush so you don't feel them after the first hour.

The ones who come back for matched sets tell me there's something about wearing the same intention on the wrist and the hand - they can't quite explain it, and I don't ask them to.

This is one of the last sets I'll make before I close my workshop. I hope it finds the hands that have earned it.

Some things you put on and immediately feel different. I made this piece for the days when your joints have been reminding you they're there. 

There's something about copper on the wrist the warmth it holds, the weight of it settling in. I set the jade inlay by hand. A strip of color that sits the way moss sits on stone like it was always meant to be there.

People who wear copper on their wrists keep wearing it. Forty years, and I've never had to explain why.

Material: 99.9% Pure Copper

Size: 175 × 8 × 2 mm

Some things you put on and immediately feel like your body remembered something. I made this piece for the people who are always moving - whose hands, wrists, and arms have been carrying the weight of a life well worked.

The three strands - brass, silver, copper - are twisted and set by hand, one section at a time, with tools I've had longer than most people have been alive.

Copper has been worn close to the body for a long time. Long before it was sold in stores or written about. The people who wore it kept wearing it, and they passed it along. 

I hope this bracelet finds a wrist that needs it.

Material: 99.9% Pure Copper

Size: 190 × 12.5 x 2 mm

This is the piece people reach for when they want something they'll forget they're wearing - until they look down and remember it's there. I made this one for the people who don't want weight or statement, just copper against the skin doing what copper does. The dimples across the surface are ball-peen hammer marks, each one placed by hand - lighter and more spaced than some of my heavier pieces, which gives this one a different quality of light when the sun catches it.

People who wear copper consistently tell me the same thing: they stopped noticing what they used to notice in their joints and their feet.

This is one of the last anklets I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the ankle that needs something quiet and real.

This is the piece I spend the most time on - every strand of the braid woven over and under by hand, the tension kept even all the way around so the pattern stays true. I made this for the people whose ankles and legs have been carrying them for decades without complaint, who need their circulation to keep up with lives that don't slow down.

There's something about the weight of this piece against the ankle - substantial, present - that people either notice immediately or come back to tell me about later. The ones who wear copper consistently say the same thing: they stopped noticing what they used to notice. 

This is one of the last anklets I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the ankle that's earned it.

Some shapes don't need explaining - they've been with us too long for that. I made this piece for the people who feel something when they see a spiral, even if they can't say exactly what. The pendant is formed from a single continuous strip of copper, coiled by hand from the center outward, the same way this symbol has been shaped for thousands of years.

Copper worn close to the chest - against the heart - is something people have done across every civilization I've ever read about, and the ones who come back to me say they stopped noticing what they used to notice. 

This is one of the last necklaces I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the neck that needs it.

The spiral at the center of this piece is the same shape people have been carving into rock and pressing into metal for longer than anyone can trace. I made this one for the people who feel something when they see it - who put it on their ankle and find themselves looking down at it during the day.

The spiral is formed from a single continuous copper strip, coiled by hand from the center outward, then joined to the band which I shape separately and curve gently so it sits right against the ankle. People who wear copper at the ankle tell me their joints feel steadier - their knees, their feet, the parts that carry everything.

This is one of the last anklets I'll make before I close my workshop. I hope the spiral finds the ankle it belongs on.

Some pieces change the way you carry yourself the moment you put them on. I made these for the women who are done making themselves smaller - each fan cut by hand from copper sheet into its precise half-circle form, then hammered across the full two and a half inch width one strike at a time until the surface holds the warmth of every blow.

Copper has been worn close to the skin for thousands of years by people who needed to feel the sun's warmth even when it wasn't there, and the women who come back to me always say the same thing: something in them opened back up.

These are among the last earrings I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope they find the faces that are ready to take up space.

Some pieces you forget you're wearing - and then your hands remind you they feel different. I made this ring for the people whose finger joints have been keeping a quiet score of every year of work - the flowers are hand-detailed one petal at a time, the beaded border traced dot by dot along both edges, the whole surface worked slowly until the copper holds every mark of the making.

People have worn copper against their skin for thousands of years and the ones who come back to me wearing this ring always say the same thing: their fingers stopped reminding them quite so often.

This is one of the last rings I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the hand that needs it most.

Some pieces don't go on the wrist or the finger - they go across the hand itself, and that changes everything. I made this for the people who need to feel something moving through them - the spiral formed by hand from a single length of copper wire, coiled ring by ring from the center outward until the form is complete, the wire tail extending across the back of the hand where it rests against the skin all day.

Copper has been worn against the body for thousands of years by people who needed their circulation to keep moving, and the ones who come back to me always say the same thing: their hands felt different in a way they couldn't explain and stopped trying to.

This is one of the last pieces I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the hands that need to feel the flow again.

Some pieces you forget you're wearing - until the light catches them and reminds you. I made these hoops for the women who want something real on their ears without having to think about it - each one formed by hand from a single length of copper wire, shaped into its circle, then faceted one small strike at a time until the whole surface catches light the way only hammered copper does.

Copper has been worn close to the skin for thousands of years, and the women who come back to me always say the same thing: it just feels right in a way they can't quite explain. 

These are among the last earrings I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope they find the ears that will wear them every single day.

Some pieces move when you move - and that's the whole point. I made these for the women who want to feel the warmth of something real against their skin every single day - each disc cut by hand from copper sheet, hammered across its full surface one strike at a time, then linked together so the lower piece swings freely the way copper should.

People have worn copper close to the skin for thousands of years and the women who come back to me always say the same thing: something shifts that they can't quite name.

These are among the last earrings I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope they find the ears that are ready to carry a little warmth with them.

There are pieces you put on that immediately make you feel more still. I made this bracelet for the days when your joints need something solid and steady beneath them - each segment shaped individually by hand, the copper pressed and formed into its rounded form one node at a time, the same way bamboo builds itself section by section toward the light.

Copper has been worn against the skin for thousands of years by people who needed their bodies to stay supple and their joints to keep moving, and the ones who come back to me always say the same thing: they stopped noticing what they used to notice.

This is one of the last bracelets I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the wrist that needs to go quiet for a while.

Some pieces announce themselves the moment you put them on. I made these hoops for the women who have stopped apologizing for taking up space - each one cut from copper sheet, shaped by hand into its wide crescent form, then hammered across the full surface one strike at a time until the metal holds the memory of every blow.

Copper has been worn close to the skin for thousands of years by women who needed to feel grounded in their own bodies, and the ones who come back to me always say the same thing: they stopped noticing what they used to notice.

These are among the last earrings I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope they find the ears that are ready to be seen.

Some pieces you put on at the end of the day and immediately feel something release. I made these for the women who need to mark the moment when the work is done and the evening begins - each one cut from a single strip of copper, brushed smooth by hand, then twisted turn by turn into its spiral form until the full two and a half inches have become what they were always going to be.

Copper has been worn close to the skin for thousands of years by people who needed something to help them settle back into themselves, and the ones who come back to me always say the same thing: they stopped carrying what they used to carry.

These are among the last earrings I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope they find the shoulders that are ready to drop.

Some pieces reward the people who look closely. I made these for the women who appreciate the quiet work inside a thing - the teardrop form shaped first from a single length of copper wire, then wrapped along its lower half one winding at a time, each coil placed tight against the last until the full section is covered and the piece becomes what it was always going to be.

Copper has been worn close to the skin for thousands of years by people who needed something steady and flowing in their lives, and the ones who come back to me always say the same thing: it just feels right in a way they stopped trying to explain.

These are among the last earrings I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope they find the ears that notice the details.

Some pieces stop you the moment you put them on - this is one of them. I made this bracelet for the people who need things to keep moving - each scale is formed individually, overlapping the next in sequence, the full band built one disc at a time the way water builds a shoreline.

Copper has been worn against the skin for thousands of years by people who needed their blood and their bodies to stay in flow, and the ones who come back to me always say the same thing: they stopped noticing what they used to notice. 

This is one of the last bracelets I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the wrist that needs to keep moving.

Some things you just feel the moment you put them on.

I made this piece for the days when your joints remind you they've been working — the feather is hand-engraved, each barb traced one at a time with a tool I've had for thirty years.

Copper has been worn against the skin for thousands of years by people who needed their joints to keep up with their lives, and the ones who come back to me always say the same thing: they stopped noticing what they used to notice in their wrists.

This is one of the last bracelets I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the wrist that needs it most.

Some pieces you put on because they look right - these two you put on because something in you knows they belong there. I made this set for the people whose joints and hands have been keeping score of a life well worked - the lattice is engraved diamond by diamond across the full band, the floral piece traced slowly alongside it, both finished the same morning.

Copper has been worn against the skin for thousands of years by people who needed their bodies to stay in the fight, and the ones who come back to me wearing both always say the same thing: they stopped noticing what they used to notice.

This is one of the last sets I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope they find the wrists that have earned them.

Some things you put on and immediately feel different. I made this piece for the days when your joints have been reminding you they're there - the flowers are hand-engraved one petal at a time, the vine traced slowly around the full band with the same tool I've used for thirty years. 

Copper has been worn against the skin for thousands of years by people who needed their bodies to keep moving, and the ones who come back to me always say the same thing: they stopped noticing what they used to notice in their wrists.

This is one of the last bracelets I'll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the wrist that needs it most.