05:47 · June · the meadow behind the atelier
At first light a dragonfly settled on a reed behind our atelier, wearing more diamonds than we had ever set.
Dewlery began that morning. Every piece we make tries to hold the same hour: light caught in water, resting on something alive.
We cut nearly every stone as a pear, the shape a drop takes just before it falls, and we set it so the metal almost disappears.