Collection

Wildling

Wings unfurl into new light, still damp with the dreams of the chrysalis— emerging, shifting into a new form, longing to return to the place that calls you home. Cradled deep in nature, objects began to speak. A sea urchin shell offered up at rising tide on Botanical Beach. Anemones whispering ancient secrets in the tide pools. Lichen clinging to bark. I listened, and I carved what I witnessed and deeply felt into golden amulets. It is a map back to self, with textures, shapes and creatures all there to greet you.