Some things are made. Some things are found. The best pieces are a little of both.
I’m Toby — a silversmith, a cook, and a dedicated tender of an extremely ambitious small garden in Portland, Oregon.
I learned silversmithing in college and never really stopped. What began as a quiet obsession with metal and stone has grown into a practice rooted in the same things that pull me into the kitchen or out to the garden: texture, imperfection, and the particular beauty of materials that feel like they came from somewhere real.
Every piece I make lives at that edge — minimal enough to wear every day, organic enough to feel like you discovered it rather than bought it.
I work in small runs, which means when something is gone, it’s gone. That’s intentional. I’d rather make fewer things that mean something than flood the world with more of the same.
If you’re here, you probably feel that too.