A few years back, I was a veterinarian and in a small space of my house I had a workshop where, as a hobby, I worked with simple techniques to make pieces of jewelry.
One day, visiting suppliers, I found a wall full with threads of beads. My mouth actually watered, they captivated my full attention.
I remembered that, as a child, I used to passionately treasure in a jar a collection of marbles and small led beads. It was like finding them without knowing that I was looking for them. I didn’t know how or what to do with them, but I wanted them!
Slowly, I learned how to weave them and by joining, connecting and experimenting with them, I found myself. It gave me such satisfaction that I made a crazy and adventurous decision: I would become a jeweler. I had yet to take a goldsmith course. I didn’t have any investment money to open an atelier, so I made a second even crazier decision… I would become a flight attendant. It was the perfect job to give me the time to study and the necessary money to invest.
For a three year period, I got to see all types of showrooms, materials and proposals, while at the same time I kept learning, experimenting and training. After three years I opened my atelier with the required minimum and then,” I jumped to the abyss”. I have always been adventurous but this surpassed all reason. I was moved by the passion that I felt and the firm conviction that I would at least die trying.
This was ten years ago, all of which have been filled with everything except emptiness. It has been a pleasure to live them and even the most complicated moments have tasted like honey. I’m going for another ten. I learned that it doesn’t matter where, and yes, just to enjoy the road. I now enjoy it together with my team: Sura, Ivette, Giovanna, Fanny, Paty, Miriam and Angy.
“We have talked a great deal about what our duty is and how we can come to a good thing, and we have come to the conclusion that our first goal must be to find a particular place and a trade to which we can devote ourselves entirely.”
Vincent Van Gogh, from the book Letters to Theo