BESPOKE COMMISSIONS

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Whether you are called to commission a creation for yourself or as a gift of meaning, each jeweled art begins with a conversation.

At ILLUMIN, every one-of-a-kind piece is conceived through presence- sculpted by hand, guided by life lived and life intended, and born of rare materials.
This is haute jewelry as intimate art.

If you feel called to begin, we’re here to listen.

Stories of the Bespoke

The Sword of Light

When a client came to me with the vision of a golden sword, I saw something the world had never held before- a large blade carved from a single opal specimen.

We shaped the idea together over weeks, merging vision and lineage into a sculptural force. The hilt was cut from their own Australian black opal, holding personal memory. The blade- sliced from a single boulder opal I sourced directly from the miner- shaped to channel both edge and light.

Element by element, the form was brought to life by hand- each forged in 18kt gold with precision and reverence. On the reverse, I engraved my Chinese name- a quiet homage to ancestral swordsmiths.

Completed in a single lunar cycle, this is The Sword of Light. A radiant force to mirror the fire within.

POWER & PROTECTION

Shatter the Dark

Commissioned in 24kt gold finish, this crystalline knuckle adornment was born of a vision: light breaking through molten shadow.

Its form recalls the flowing fissures of Icelandic earth-reminders that even in upheaval, light finds passage. Every cut and crest was shaped to refract darkness into brilliance.

There is no power in hiding from shadow. There is only the choice: to meet it with clarity. With fire. With love. This piece is a summon. A call to remember that darkness cannot destroy what you illuminate from within.

Worn by Ray Angry to the Grammy Awards, 2023

The Evil Eye Relic

This protection artifact was born the moment I touched the Eye.

Entrusted with the client’s own Evil Eye charm, I saw in an instant a current of primal heat- ancient, volcanic, protective. The vision overtook me. The shape emerged in a rush that shattered every previous form I’d created.

I allowed the structure to reveal itself- honoring the rawness that asked to be seen. There is no separation here between amulet and adornment. This is a modern relic of protection, charged by lineage, and made to hold its bearer as fiercely as it declares them.

RESURRECTION & REMEMBRANCE

Lodolite Phoenix

Wings forged to rise above grief. A ring born from the ashes.

This piece was sculpted during the earliest days of my recovery, just after the fire that consumed my home. I was barely able to move through those days, yet something inside reached toward light. The natural lodolite formation looked like a vortex of ash frozen in time. Slowly, golden wings unfurled around the lodolite quartz, giving shape to the Phoenix before I understood what she meant.

Now, five years have passed. I wear her not as a symbol of survival, but of surrender- to all that was, to all that is yet to come.

Aurora Phoenix Fire

More devastating than my house burning down was what followed: the theft of over forty personal talismans while I was traveling abroad- each a one-of-one, each made in deep reverence, each a living extension of my spirit.

This talisman began with a search. For over a year, I scoured the world for an opal that carried the same ethereal light as the one that was stolen. I finally found her- an iridescent mirror to the portal that once was.

For five days, in a state of unbroken flow, I sculpted with almost no rest- allowing fire and divinity to move through me.

She is the Aurora Phoenix. Born of White Fire. A prism of hope, presence, and renewal. A portal for those learning how to rise after irretrievable loss.

Nature Reconstructed

Wabi-sabi. Kintsugi. These are not motifs; they are the marrow of my life and art.

This jeweled creation unfolded over a year, evolving as I did. She began as a natural green tourmaline cluster in quartz- one-third of the crystals still intact, another third displaced by time and force, leaving only ghostlike impressions where minerals once grew.

Over many months, I matched and set tourmalines of the same hue and spirit to inhabit the places where the originals had vanished. Gold flora rooted into her landscape, blooming into a new geometry- one born not from what remained, but what it could be.

She is a hymn to memory. A reconstruction not of the past, but of reverence itself.

SPIRIT & SOVEREIGNTY

Phoenix of Opal Flame

Creation through fire. Rebirth through form.

I did not set out to make a phoenix. But as I shaped this piece around a brilliant Ethiopian black opal, fire came through my hands- an unspoken language of flight, collapse, and ignition.

The sculptural lines erupted, feathered, lifted. The stone, known for awakening truth and shedding illusion, held every current of that transformation.

This creation carries the signature of those who burn and rise- again and again- not in spite of what fell away, but because of it.

Emerald Flow, for Ray Angry

Inspired by the rhythm of rivers and soul.

The gold follows the emerald’s natural architecture, reinforcing its strength by aligning with its inherent structure rather than resisting it. Carved from a single emerald matrix, the stone carries its internal lines and mineral composition openly. I allowed the gold to flow along those pathways, responding to the emerald’s natural ions and points of tension, so that stone and metal move as one unified form. Created for the illustrious Ray Angry, whose creative force moves between structure and flow, sound and soul, this piece mirrors the majesty he already carries. Nothing is concealed or corrected. Strength, beauty, and coherence emerge through integration, guided by what was already present within the stone.

The Bloodfire Pendant

Unapologetic ignition. Sovereign fire.

There are stones that do not wait. They do not whisper. They do not ask.
They blaze.

This trillion-cut flame- red as a wound, red as a vow- rested in my hands for two years. I touched it often but could not shape it. Not until I was ready to meet the magnitude of my own fire. Not until I stopped softening what was meant to burn.

Then came the torrent-three days of pure sculptural possession.
No plan. No sketches. Just flow. Wax carved of its own accord.
What emerged was not delicate. Not quiet. Not tamed.

This is not a jewel to wear.
This is a mirror for those who no longer apologize for their power.
A sovereign invocation. A final threshold.
A turning point where you stop waiting and step, fully embodied, into yourself.

This is the Bloodfire.
And you are no longer becoming.
You are.