Some things stay with us.
Not because they’re flawless,
but because they carry something familiar.
A feeling.
A trace.
A sense of recognition that’s hard to name.
Often, it’s not the colour or the texture that draws us in first.
It’s the way something feels before we’ve even touched it.
A kind of resonance.
Koraliki pieces are shaped slowly, by hand.
They begin with one set of hands, and eventually find another.
Over time, they gather life of their own.
Light. Salt. Warmth. Movement.
Small, ordinary moments that leave quiet marks.
They’re worn through days that matter and days that don’t announce themselves at all.
They absorb where you’ve been, how you felt, what you carried with you.
That’s the nature of handmade things.
They don’t stay unchanged.
They live alongside us.
They hold memory without trying.
They become part of the story.
Made of moments.
Always.
