I wake, pack my rucksack and head out at dawn. My jeep rattles along mud tracks and through puddles of water that lie on the ground like mirrors. Morning mist winds around tree trunks, insects call out in a thousand musical voices, and multicoloured spiders craft intricate silver webs. I pull over and take photos, envisaging a collection of bracelets that allow the wearer to feel a connection with this place – and with their ancient self who once called a place like this home. Then I continue on, deeper into the forest, where dappled sunlight gilds the great green leaves – Monstera, banana, orchid – as they dip towards the earthy track. More visions, this time of delicate gold-en earrings that replicate nature’s works of art.


