are handmade, wax carved ornamentations in Mexico City. Each piece is made in deep care and intention for all expressions of life. They act as Protection amulets, charms, and holding energies of guidance. Through the Realms of Fantasy & imagining new worlds, we aim to create new narratives. Here, You are the main character, you are star shine. You are silver and stone. Mercurial metals radiate through you. Liquid light protects you. We invite you to allow these adornments to surround you, compelled by collective care & action.

In all our pieces we use 100% recycled Mexican silver & ethically sourced stones.

Silver has the desire to transform the beloved. Examining & melting in the discourses of desire to change. Liquid Silver can bend & shape itself, adapt just like water. Silver is resilient, breathing in unbreathable circumstances of every day in the chokehold of racial, gendered, ableist capitalism.

Transmutations of stone adorn thee. Explosions of molten rock. Slow hot fluids and gases cool and solidify. Millions of years of pressure formed deep in the earth’s underbelly bringing them to the surface, sit on your body.

Inspired by the elements, Magic eye dreams of the sea. Using pearls breathing through the salt water,  the sea fills you & me.* Speaking while crying salty tears.

Magic eye is a ritual of care, unlearning, rewriting, and unbinding. A new language for understanding the placement of events through the passages of time exercised in nonlinear temporalities. Relational ideas of water apply here, therefore, precede time and thought. Engagements with mercurial elements and other sentient beings connect us with the past, present and future. In addition to its erotic signification, molten silver along with precious stones mirror the response of our bodies & the bodies of our ancestors, reminding us that all life & land is sacred forever adapting to survival.

Collective transformation is endless, constant continuation of our being beyond how we presently manifest in this life. We are liquid, formless, shapeless. The dewdrop collecting. Merging with our sister droplet. Attracting forces. Do you hear the sounds of our becoming? We persist, among other things, beyond our lifetimes. Percolation draws us under. Through your silvered armor you defend me and the collective, and in return I adorn thee.