I like to think of my jewelry as a secretion. Like a bee produces honey, the jewelry is what comes out of me.
I find it very difficult to live up to my own standards. It’s like wrestling an alligator. I know there is a place where I feel complete but the place is always shifting. There are times when I wonder why I do what I do and what it is all for. But then, each piece I finish opens a new door .
Beautiful objects turn the most mundane activity into a ceremony.
I prefer to use materials which do not like to talk, materials which are shy, locked up in themselves. Their silent power is driving me crazy. I try everything to make them open their mouths, everything to make them talk to me.
If I use a found object, it is usually for the opposite reasons. Found objects are loaded with history, chatty and eager to tell their story.
The pieces I feel very strong about usually combine discipline with chance. Intellect with emotion. They encourages me not to listen to all the sweet voices I so very much would like to please.
A successful piece to me has to incorporate the surprise of discovery, a secret and a mistake
I would love to see more obsessive craftsmanship, abstract constructions, deconstructivist ornaments, anti-dogmatic and unpredictably honest. Work of divine madness, visually complex and free of seductive packaging. Work that is bold, confident and discrete. Work that makes use of the advantages of the small intimate format to connect with the human psyche.
