The house
It began with a name.
In the spring of 2018, in a season of feeling lost and searching for more, an old novel of the lost lands of Atlantis and Lemuria surfaced from a basement shelf. Halfway through, a thought arrived like lightning, felt in the very core of her being: become a silversmith. A day later, the story led its characters to shelter in a temple of healing sound. It was called the Temple of Enora. Somehow that was the name she had been looking for.
There was no craft yet, and no house. The name came first, and it did not feel like a choice. That summer was spent indoors, learning metal from nothing. The first pieces were wrapped in wire. By 2021 it had become a life’s work.
The magic of that book still runs beneath every collection: its temples, its sigils, its lost world.