Chapter One
Copper, Stones, Direction
Every piece begins as a length of copper and a decision — where it bends, where it holds, where it lets the stone speak.
The name isn't decoration. It's direction. A woman with Jamaican roots and Charlotte soil on her shoes — a woman who chooses her stones, forms her chains, and refuses to rush the work.
Wire-wrapping is patience made visible. Every bend has to hold. Every wrap has to mean something. Stones are chosen one at a time, copper sourced in small batches. No mass production, no reruns, no shortcuts.
