Polish handmade jewerly created with gemstones

Every summer when I was little, I traveled to see my grandmother in the countryside. I loved that place.

I spent the whole way by bus with my nose plastered to the window, through which the Polish landscape moved like a slideshow.

I pestered my mother over and over again: "How much longer till we get there?"

When we finally reached the place, I ran up to that old house: first hallway - the smell of stone, next was the kitchen - milk and bread, another door with an old post-German, deregulated handle and finally the room - flowering linden trees outside the window, light seeping into the room, a sofa and grandmother with her glasses pushed onto her nose, just taking a break from needlework.

I'm already in her arms, hugging her strongly. And I feel the smell - the smell of a woolen sweater.

Grandma made beautiful sweaters, she dressed the whole family. As a teenager, at a time when  there was nothing in the stores (communism in Poland), I had original, great, loose woolen sweaters, knotted with a leather belt, or decorated with braids and unique designs. My grandmother was an artist, every sweater was a masterpiece. The feeling that I wore something special, handmade, unique, and in addition, by someone who loves me, filled me with incredible energy.

I started making jewelry unexpectedly. Over the years, I had my own galley, I was responsible for the promotion and sale of contemporary art, but the time had come when I felt that stage of my life was over. I was looking for an activity that would calm me down, teach me patience and bring me the possibility of giving joy to others. Moreover, I am fascinated by gemstones.

Creating jewelry is a sentimental journey for me. I see my grandmother at the window, crocheting her next artwork, I remember the images and smells of my childhood. In the past I sold many valuable art works, but nothing can compare to the feeling that accompanies me when I see my client open the box and enjoy my completed piece with a child’s delight.

Feeling pure joy, I make a connection with my beloved grandmother and I feel her joy, the joy of sharing, giving something special to others.