Molten Light, Bound in Copper

There is something mesmerizing about tiger’s eye—the way it catches the light, shifting between honeyed gold and deep bronze, like the last embers of a fire before night swallows them whole. It never settles, never allows itself to be seen the same way twice. I have always admired that about it.

Wrapping it in copper was not an exercise in control but in understanding. The metal, warm and unyielding, had its own ideas. Every weave, every twist, was a negotiation, a slow process of finding balance between structure and movement. I let the wire follow its own current, guiding it just enough to cradle the stone without caging it.

This pendant is meant to be touched, to rest against the skin, to warm with the wearer’s presence. It is not simply an ornament but an object with weight—a piece to be carried through days both ordinary and extraordinary.

For those who appreciate the small moments of wonder found in the flicker of light on a polished surface, in the gentle weight of something crafted by hand—this is for you.