A piece kept close. Archived by the one who made it.

Soft folds rise gently, building toward a quiet mass that leans in to shelter what lies beneath: a crisp violet-blue tanzanite resting deep within the cavity. Unseen from above, almost entirely obscured. Its presence is felt more than shown, a secret well kept.
Set against a raw, untouched silver surface, the stone’s colour comes alive - made richer by the imperfection that surrounds it. The silver folds mirror the way skin gathers and overlaps: instinctive and intimate. This ring was never released. Its proportions, its movement, and its restraint felt too personal to part with.