Many people wear pearls without ever seeing the extraordinary places behind them, which is part of why the visit felt so special. It pulled back the curtain on something most of us only ever see in its final form. We see the finished pearl, but not the water it came from. We see the jewellery, but not the farm, the hands, the weather, the waiting, the marine life, or the landscape that shaped it.
Being at Pungu made me realise that provenance is not just a technical word, it is emotional, and it changes the way you connect with an object. It gives a piece memory before it even becomes yours.
Since visiting the farm, my Atlas pieces feel different to me, I no longer see them only as jewellery. I see them as pieces with a journey, shaped by specific waters, specific hands, and a specific place that will forever remind me of that summer in Flores, Indonesia.
That is what I love most about Atlas pearls, they are beautiful, obviously, but they are not anonymous. There is a story behind them, and as an archaeologist, I am always searching for the human connection to things and places. With my pearls, I now know part of their origin story, and I can revisit it every time I wear them.