The Knot Series takes the instinct to hold on: hand-knotted, hand-tied — like a red string, a wish ribbon, a sailor's knot that holds tighter the harder you pull.

I think about these nine pieces less as separate necklaces and more as one storm passing through. It starts with Tide: a ripple, then a swell. Siren rises toward the point before it breaks. Abyss pulls, whirls and holds you under for a moment. Then Coral moves again, blooming into colour it had all along.

The knot is still there — tied a little tighter, steadier than when this all started.

Against the wind. Made to be worn through it. The pearl stays where it’s always been. Everything else learns to move.

— VC