As this salvaged applewood vessel dried, it split open… a deep, jagged seam from base to rim. Instead of resisting the rupture, I leaned into it. Brass was poured not to hide the flaw, but to sanctify it. A glinting tribute to imperfection, and to the forces that shaped it.
Aurum Vale is low and grounded, with a generous curve and a raw honesty. The brass inlay doesn’t follow a clean line; it meanders, like a river through fractured rock, catching light as it goes. A vessel of contrast and cohesion, break and repair, earth and gleam.
As this salvaged applewood vessel dried, it split open… a deep, jagged seam from base to rim. Instead of resisting the rupture, I leaned into it. Brass was poured not to hide the flaw, but to sanctify it. A glinting tribute to imperfection, and to the forces that shaped it.
Aurum Vale is low and grounded, with a generous curve and a raw honesty. The brass inlay doesn’t follow a clean line; it meanders, like a river through fractured rock, catching light as it goes. A vessel of contrast and cohesion, break and repair, earth and gleam.
