⁠⁠⁠My story starts from a September afternoon. At the time, my mother used to own a small jewellery shop: she loved antique jewellery made from artisans as she found them full of human warmth.
I loved the way she used to live her job. That small space inside town, first of all, was a chance for her to meet people. And I was starting to feel that space a bit mine as well, even if I had been studying and teaching philosophy all that time. I used to help her with the requests, set up displays for her and looked for unique pieces. I even learned how to fix some small pieces. At that time the old goldsmiths in my town told me they had the intention to close the lab down. One afternoon, without hesitation, I called them. All I knew was that I wanted to work with my hands to give a meaning to my know-how. I grabbed the goldsmith tools for the first time and I was 30 years old. Up to then I only knew how to read a book: I was really excited. I then decided to join a goldsmith class and, later, a gemology one. From there I became a professional really fast. Now my place is a place full of tools recovered from old goldsmiths' labs. Every jewel is made following the traditional techniques and completely by hand. This is why I like to tell people that my work is time, presence, physicality and breath.