Once upon a time next to the Mediterranean Sea, a little girl was born with a grand passion for the sea. She enjoyed walking along the shore. She would sink her feet in the wet sand and carefully watch those microcosms that the tide had to offer: shells, seashells, colored rocks, and little pieces of wood and glass. She went along zealously saving her little treasures, and ended up looking at them in the privacy of her home. The little girl felt like the richest girl in the world with her little basket full of gifts from the sea.
As the years passed, the contents of her basket increased. She saw that it was necessary to exchange it for a bigger basket. The girl had discovered that the mountain hid beautiful things as well. They were as distinct as the things from the sea. The sinuous organic forms of the bottom of the sea confronted the geometry and angles of the core of the Earth. The jewels of the earth gave off some magic. They were transparents, translucent, and opaque, and of the most intense, powerful, and luminous colors. They were so different from the wonders that she already possessed; however, they were just as beautiful. She didn't doubt it for a minute. She didn't even think about ever substituting them. It was the chance to add to her enthusiasm for beauty. Perhaps some of those miracles were more valued than others by human beings. But for her, all of them had the same value; they were simply beautiful.
The day came when the girl, without noticing, had become a woman. She started a family and had to rediscover the marketplace. This was the place where one only went to look for basic necessities. But our girl-woman was fascintated by the explosion of color given off by the fruits and vegetables every time she saw the marketplace. This impressive chromatic fan, continued to surprise her in such a way that she forgot to buy her things. Her passion, already known to us, gathered the freshness and color of the fruits from the garden. All of them were the offspring of life.
After some time, like Peter Pan who always accepted the responsibility of watching over lost children but never gave up his childish ways, she decided to play. By playing and building, she made a collection that would allow her to share her treasures with the rest of the world. It was necessary to go look for Wendy, John, and little Michael. She had to show them her Never Never Land. And for the rest of the world to see her treasures as she had always imagined, she decided to transform everyday objects that we happen upon into jewelry, and to give simplicity and spontaneity to those elements which are in themselves ostentatious.