Sometimes a piece begins with a single bead.
Not always the most beautiful one.
Often the opposite.
A bead with a softened edge.
A faded tone.
A shape that doesn’t try to be even.
That’s usually where things start.
From there, it unfolds slowly.
Colours sit beside one another.
Nothing is rushed.
A rhythm begins to form in its own time.
It’s less about choosing and more about noticing.
How tones speak to each other.
How texture changes the feeling of the whole.
The balance can’t be forced.
Some days you move things around and leave them.
You come back later and see it differently.
This is the part no one sees.
The waiting.
The listening.
Every Koraliki bracelet is guided less by how it looks
and more by how it feels.
When it finally settles, there’s a sense of ease.
A quiet knowing.
That’s when the piece is ready to move on.
To leave the hands that made it and find its place elsewhere.
No two are ever the same.
Each one carries its own rhythm.
Made of moments.
Always.
