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s00037 charoite pendant
Title: Where the Lightning Bloomed
Some days, in a hush of copper between my fingers, I remember Makarska—my childhood sanctuary where sea sighed ancient lullabies and the stone smelled of thyme and salt. I would run barefoot between the rocks, chasing dragons only I could see, and picking irises, those wild purple flames that grew where the old people said Perun struck the earth with lightning. Up on Biokovo, the king of mountains, I imagined a sleeping giant, his crown made of clouds, his breath the wind that tousled my hair. The peak of Vošac formed his head, his beard a spill of pine and legend. It was there I first understood that beauty often hides in the cracks.
This pendant is born from that same memory.
Charoite, with its ethereal violet striations, reminds me of those wild irises—resilient, fierce, utterly themselves. I chose it not for its mystique, but for the way it feels honest in the hand. The copper around it—coiled, woven, curled into a controlled chaos—echoes the shape of mountain winds and the arc of memory. Every twist of wire is a choice. Every tension, every soft curve, a whisper of something lived.
It took long time to wrap this stone. Not because it was difficult, but because I needed to listen. Crafting, for me, is less like making and more like remembering. As if my hands are translating a language older than thought.
I don’t aim to impress; I aim to connect. When someone wears this pendant, I hope they feel a soft rebellion in it—a reminder that beauty is not always symmetrical or sweet. Sometimes, it is jagged. Sometimes it is woven from storm and solitude.
I give you this piece not as a decoration, but as a talisman of sorts—of memory, place, and patient hands. Let it rest against your collarbone like the hush before a summer thunderstorm.
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If you know the sound of cicadas at dusk and the taste of sea salt on your skin, you will understand this piece without needing to ask.
Title: Where the Lightning Bloomed
Some days, in a hush of copper between my fingers, I remember Makarska—my childhood sanctuary where sea sighed ancient lullabies and the stone smelled of thyme and salt. I would run barefoot between the rocks, chasing dragons only I could see, and picking irises, those wild purple flames that grew where the old people said Perun struck the earth with lightning. Up on Biokovo, the king of mountains, I imagined a sleeping giant, his crown made of clouds, his breath the wind that tousled my hair. The peak of Vošac formed his head, his beard a spill of pine and legend. It was there I first understood that beauty often hides in the cracks.
This pendant is born from that same memory.
Charoite, with its ethereal violet striations, reminds me of those wild irises—resilient, fierce, utterly themselves. I chose it not for its mystique, but for the way it feels honest in the hand. The copper around it—coiled, woven, curled into a controlled chaos—echoes the shape of mountain winds and the arc of memory. Every twist of wire is a choice. Every tension, every soft curve, a whisper of something lived.
It took long time to wrap this stone. Not because it was difficult, but because I needed to listen. Crafting, for me, is less like making and more like remembering. As if my hands are translating a language older than thought.
I don’t aim to impress; I aim to connect. When someone wears this pendant, I hope they feel a soft rebellion in it—a reminder that beauty is not always symmetrical or sweet. Sometimes, it is jagged. Sometimes it is woven from storm and solitude.
I give you this piece not as a decoration, but as a talisman of sorts—of memory, place, and patient hands. Let it rest against your collarbone like the hush before a summer thunderstorm.
#rubiace #ballarat #ballaratartist #artisan #charoite #wirewrappedjewelry #copperjewelry #makarska #biokovo #handmadewithheart #slowcraft #finecraftsmanship #irisstone #earthyromance
💜⚡⛰️
If you know the sound of cicadas at dusk and the taste of sea salt on your skin, you will understand this piece without needing to ask.