Heather bells have become somewhat of a recurring thing in my life since I noticed them growing wild on the slopes of the Cobbler. Tiny perfectly formed flowers that weather the extremities of mountain slopes yet appear so fragile. A nice contradiction.
It wasn't until the springtime the following year that they reappeared and were everywhere in the streets of Stockholm. In pots, on the doorsteps of florists but nonetheless heralding the onset of spring. The Autumn brought a new wave on the streets of Göteborg like a resurgent sign. But it was a conversation that I had with my cousin Lynn that triggered the first drawing and the beginning of a necklace.
Ma Belle is the name given to these two unique necklaces inspired by a string of events, strong characters and mountain flowers.