The Circle,
when it touches the skin,
becomes pulse.

Not a shape, but a gesture,
living close to breath,
to silence,
to presence.

forms were not invented —
they were noticed.
Found in the weight of a droplet,
in the curve of shadow,
in the trace of light
resting on a wrist.

Gold remembers warmth.
It doesn’t shine — it resonates.
Like evening light on bare skin.

Silver remembers breath.
Cooler. Quieter.
Like the moon’s reflection
or a pause between words.

is a print.
Each earring —
a line once drawn in stillness.
Each pendant —
a pause held in place.

didn’t create ornaments.
We shaped moments.

in Chapter 01
of the Circle collection.

You can return
to the beginning of the Circle —
or follow it forward.