Some pieces you forget you're wearing, and then your hands remind you they feel different. I made this ring for people whose finger joints have been quietly keeping track of every year of work. The flowers are hand-detailed one petal at a time, the beaded border traced dot by dot along both edges, and the whole surface is shaped slowly until the copper holds every mark of the making.

People have worn copper against their skin for thousands of years, and those who come back to me wearing this ring often say the same thing: their fingers don’t remind them quite as often anymore.

This is one of the last rings I’ll make before I close my workshop for good. I hope it finds the hand that needs it most.