The following is text from a talk I gave at Arion Press in February 2026. It shares a little bit of the process – aka transformational magic– at work in reimagining an heirloom.

The other night, I spotted Olivia Coleman wearing earrings I made on The Bear.

Rita tells me I am ready to move on to Project Six in the core curriculum of Italian goldsmithing academy: the Indian Chain.

I'm writing on Substack now.

“The fuchsias and pale pinks of the magnolia bloom, the rippling green hills of early spring, the golden hills of late summer, a constant sea, salty air, and king tides.”

The piece asks the question, How to begin again?, in the studio and beyond.

River Heron Review published my poem, After the Fires, a Wild and Reckless Flowering in its most recent open access issue.

I started making jewelry in Mexico. At the age of nineteen, with workable Spanish and a restless spirit, I returned to the country …

Late this summer, I was invited to be a guest artist in a Gallery as Laboratory class.

A simple life.  A series of trails.  A coastline.  A cedar cabin.  Some wooden hooks for clothes.

Today a package of chocolates arrived

I am from a big family and multi-generational living is not new to us. For much of the quarantine, there have been nine places and three generations at the table.