Family Archives, Madagascar in the 90s
There’s a particular kind of magic in old family archives —
photos that were never meant to be artistic, yet carry a world inside them.
Madagascar in the 90s, captured through my family’s lens, is a mosaic of colours, textures, and quiet moments: woven walls catching the light, the warm dust of the red earth, patterned fabrics moving in the wind, laughter frozen between palm trees, everyday rituals that feel sacred today.
These images are more than memories.
They are roots —
the first shapes, colours, and sensations that shaped the way I see beauty.
They taught me that the simplest things often hold the most meaning.
That imperfection can be luminous.
And that beauty is something you feel before you understand.
Every time I look at these archives, I recognize pieces of Soa:
the softness, the warmth, the instinctive compositions, the emotional colours.
It’s as if the talismans I create today are echoes of that early world —
a world where treasures were gathered intuitively: shells, beads, stones, fragments of light.
The Mandala Collection
The Mandala Collection was born from this exact feeling:
the joy of gathering colours without thinking,
the instinctive way a child builds a treasure box,
the spontaneous rhythm of a life lived in motion.
In Mandala, nothing is forced.
Everything flows.
Watermelon tourmaline, rose quartz, citrine, rutilated quartz, amethyst, prehnite…
A palette shaped by the sun itself: rosy glows, warm ambers, soft greens, flashes of violet, hints of clear light.
The stones remind me of the colours in the photos —
the clothes, the landscapes, the laughter, the textures of Madagascar in the 90s.
Mandala is about spontaneity, yes —
but it is also about returning to the essence of joy.
The simple joy we never truly lose.
The joy of colour, of play, of freedom.
The joy of assembling something beautiful without asking why.
Each Mandala piece is a talisman of that feeling.
A reminder that beauty can be instinctive, that transformation is fluid,
and that sometimes the most meaningful creations come from letting go.
Mandala is, in many ways, the bridge between my childhood treasures
and the woman I am today —
a collection built from memory, intuition, and sunlight.
