an arrival

This isn't really the beginning; rather a gathering of threads that have been here for a long time.

the weight of gold

Gold has been tenderly shaped by time yet remains steadfast—like a memory held in breath.

It does not corrode. It does not tarnish. It endures.
It is dense—nineteen times heavier than water—and malleable to the point of ethereal delicacy, so soft it can be gently reshaped, beaten, drawn into wire thinner than a strand of hair.

the poetry of imperfection

Human hands speak their story in subtle marks and quiet variances.

At manawa, each piece is shaped not by machine precision, but by the rhythm of the maker’s breath, the intentional sway of tools, and the gentle friction of metal meeting attention.

seasons matter

There is a world around us that measures time in deadlines, alarms and notifications.

Days slip by in increments of urgency, and it is easy to forget the older rhythms - those written in sunrays and moonlight, in the turning of the earth beneath us.

ritual

symbolic value,
dwelling deeply within you
meaning beyond form

gold, silver, soul

Metals hold memory; within their density, their patina, their quiet weight.

At Manawa, choosing metal is not just about durability; it is about lineage, resonance, presence. Here’s a reflection on why each metal matters, softly grounded in history and fact.

the language of hands

Hands are the first storytellers.

They carry our memory in gestures … the way we hold, offer, receive, protect.

A hand resting upon a branch, a palm pressed in comfort, a brush of fingertips across fabric… these are sentences written without words.

jewellery as a companion

Some objects stay close. They rest against our skin, follow us through seasons, gather our stories. Jewellery is one of them.

It is not silent. It listens. It remembers. It stays.

why slow jewels

It can be easy to forget that jewellery was once made slowly. Carefully. With hands.

In a world of fast fashion, momentary trends and flash sales, the original artform and bespoke nature of jewellery making can get lost.

At manawa, each piece begins not with a market forecast, but with rhythm; rhythm of the studio, rhythm of the seasons, and the rhythm of my breath.

a hundred objects close by

I know a cure for sadness:
Let your hands touch something that
makes your eyes
smile.

I bet there a hundred objects close by
that can do that.

Look at
beauty’s gift to us -
her power is so great she enlivens
the earth, the sky, our
soul.

- Mirabai

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