When I look back at my childhood, I still remember playing among the mills, the butane pumps and other jewelry-making artifacts. I saw my father and uncles come to the workshop that was my house, week after week, with suitcases in hand. Every Monday, they would say the same phrase “material has come” and our workshop master – about 15 of them – would be called one by one to receive their share of the material, which would be turned into precious jewels days later.

Each gram of material was full of heavy stones that needed to be crimped. My mother would often send me to the local hardware store to buy 320 and 400 caliber sandpaper as well as other tools that our staff required to finish their work.

 

Every week the same process was repeated - melting, rolling, welding, crimping ... With young eyes I watched those men with fat bellies and sticky fingers creating pieces as if they were a delicate sculpture; without realizing it, I had learned the jewelry trade.  

It was there, growing up between gold and precious stones, that I realized that metal has no value; gold, silver and diamonds are nothing. For something to be valuable, it must have a spirit.

It was there, living the everyday, growing between gold and precious stones that I realized that the metal has no value, gold, silver and diamonds are nothing, I realized that for that matter has value must equip a spirit, and the way is alchemy, transforming and transmuting these rich ideas and thoughts into a higher vibration, with the magical energy that will shine forth with its own light.