COCO MAY STUDIOS

Perhaps I was a crow in a previous life because my dreams are full of shiny objects. Go for a walk with me and I’m likely to spy all sorts of treasures hidden in tall grass or under the brutal sun on an unpaved path. And maybe, just maybe, this is why I started making jewelry: so I can be surrounded by beautiful, shiny objects that I transform into wearable art. Coco May Studios is a dream come true. I find myself surrounded by color and texture, form and intent, just like in a novel. Ethically sourced beads and stones, each with their own story, provide fire and magic.

And my treasures come with stories!

THE CELEBRATION

You stir predawn, unable to shake the notion that dew has formed a lacework of crystals all around the dimming night. Exhausted from a nocturnal onslaught of chaotic dreams, you tumble out of bed, slip around your shoulders that blue silk shawl you favor, settle into the window nook, and gaze out your window, past the stand of star jasmine, at the bay and its slow, swirling fog. You know this feeling well: waking, ruminating, wanting.

Darkness and fog dissipate amid the gathering light of the rising sun. The sky, streaked in ribbons of cerulean, bronze, aqua, and gold, no longer seems like something ordinary, something to take for granted. These colors, a brilliant cosmology, seems to come from within and without.

Exhaustion gives way to a recognition you’ve been searching for your entire life: You are more powerful and vibrant than you’ve given yourself credit for. You are the dawn. You are the brilliance. You are the cosmos. Made new, you toss off the shawl, stand, and finally, finally, step into your magnificence.