Collection: Wildsilver

Untamed. Unearthed. A little enchanted.…..

Not made to match. Not smoothed into neatness. These pieces came into being the way wild things do -unexpectedly, with rough edges and quiet intent.

Some begin in sand, castings of sea-worn finds or carved from wax. Others are sculpted by flame, their surfaces drawn out by heat and instinct. Each one holds a texture that feels ancient, like bark, or bone, or something long buried and finally stirred awake.

You might find blossoms here, delicate but stubborn. Or ferns still half-curled. Others are bare but far from plain, cratered and softened like stones in a riverbed.

Together, they make up the Wildsilver collection. Not bright. Not polished. But glinting with something older. Something that stays.

They feel like objects left behind on purpose. Tucked into hollows. Slipped into pockets. Carried without knowing why.

Put one on and it doesn’t feel new. It feels remembered.