Who am I?
It is always difficult to answer the question of who I am.
It would be easier to do so simply by showing my jewelry, meteors, and impulses that take shape in the depths of my soul.
I was born and raised in Rome, between the suburbs and the cobblestones of the city center.
When I came of age, I moved to the countryside just outside the city, where I found pieces of myself. I feel at ease there, breathing in the undergrowth and the smoke from the chimneys among the tuff rocks of the village.
I sit on the grass and let my thoughts drift away. My eyes and hands gather details, and I bring them home with me for no particular reason, because I am greedy for beauty.
I never thought about making jewelry. I never knew what to do with all that imagination, those sudden inspirations, and that form of proud solitude.
And while I apparently didn't know, I took a brush, some glue, and tied a hook to a leaf with string. Ivy and metal. And then a rose. And then a fern. And then I sold a couple. Then another.
A crazy idea crept into my mind: to follow this new path.
In 2016, I began experimenting with resins, which were not so well known at the time. I read blogs by American fishermen to learn more, the countryside became my supplier of raw materials, I transformed my living room into a workshop, and I participated in craft markets.
For seven years, every weekend I traveled around Italy in my caravan, pitching my tent, displaying my wares, meeting people, discovering places, and satisfying that gypsy desire that I had always kept in check.
Sometimes I came home disappointed, but most of the time I was surprised by unexpected successes.
When I really let myself go, I start using onion skins, which I transform with resin into what I call ‘poor stones’.
I break white eggshells and reassemble them with golden paste, collect shiny black soot from my fireplace, and prepare garlic, oil, and chili pepper pasta.
When I accidentally burn the sauce in a saucepan and turn it into a few pairs of earrings that sell like hotcakes, I realize that I've made it.
In 2023, I open a shop in Trastevere with two other artisans.
I collect lots of materials in all sorts of places. I am constantly searching for beauty, details, textures, but above all, flaws.
I rarely use flowers individually; I often take them apart and put them back together again.
No two pieces are alike.
I find satisfaction in filling spaces with leaves and golden dust, and I love composing images enclosed in metal frames.
My subjects are real elements that exist, that I have found along my path, that have a history and that want to continue telling their story in new forms.
It's what you don't expect, it's giving a completely different use to something you would never have imagined wearing.
This is what my jewelry wants to do, highlight the beauty in the most unexpected details.
To surprise, to be observed carefully in order to discover the smallest details.
It is something that is discovered slowly, only if you have the curiosity and the time to do so, if you want to overturn the concept of preciousness and defuse visual habits.
