SolderAlchemy

🔥✨ Style It. Wear It Loud. ✨🔥

We're looking for bold souls to help us show off some molten magic from Solder Alchemy.

Think you can rock one of our raw, soldered creations? We're giving away FREE accessories to fans ready to style them their way -- boho, goth, grunge, fairycore... whatever makes you.

💀 How to join:

Follow us @SolderAlchemy

Drop a comments or DM us if you're down.

🎁 What you get:

If selected, you'll receive a handcrafted piece of your choice. 👉 In return, post a styling video or carousel on IG/TT to help us show how wearable soldered acc can be, and tag us @SolderAlchemy + #solderalchemy.

We're all about bold self-expression, imperfect beauty, and soldered storytelling.

You in? 🖤

Trust the curl.⏳

It always looks a little chaotic before it flattens into the perfect miniature pendant. Absolute therapeutic magic to watch.

Lately, I’ve been obsessed with mirrors.

Because mirrors are liars that tell the truth. They flip everything, left becomes right. But we trust them more than our own memories. We get dressed in front of them. We cry in front of them. We practice fake smiles in them until they feel real.

In folklore, the soul could get lost in there. Or worse, something else could come through. I think about that every time I solder a frame. I’m not just making decoration; I’m building a doorframe.

Seven doors. Seven moods. Coming soon.

The compass spins in darkest night, no guiding star, no hope, no light…🧭

Not a dramatic attack, but a slow pull. 🌑

Devourer captures the quiet gravity of the unknown.

A raw, hand-soldered frame clawing at your reflection.

Spikes, solder, and Prussian blue.💙

The NO WAR Cyanotype Necklace.

Wear your statement.

Cyanotype blue holds grief, memory, and truth.💙

The soldered frame grows sharp, only to protect what still feels.

Blush Petal 🌊

A seashell caught somewhere between flower and tide.

Soft pink curves, raw silver edges, and a little siren energy.

Choice, Contradictory🕊️

Peace is a choice, even when surrounded by thorns

Tap the link in bio to claim yours 🔗

This one is for every small artist out there doing the thing nobody asked for.

The ceramicist making mugs shaped like organs. the seamstress sewing dresses from old curtains. the welder bending steel into birds. the kid in their bedroom recording music into a phone.

You are the antidote. you are the resistance. you are the only reason art will never be destroyed by AI. every time you choose to make something with your hands instead of scrolling, instead of giving up, instead of getting a "real job", you're voting for a world that still has texture in it. still has weirdness. still has soul.

The days are long, the doubt is constant, but the work matters. it matters more than ever.

no polished lies. no blending in. just us, our scarred hands, and the stubborn refusal to do boring things.

Late last night, sitting right on the studio floor, staring down the April ledger.

Let’s do the math: gross sales minus tin wire, sterling silver, copper, broken burrs, packaging, global shipping, site hosting, payment gateway fees, FX conversion cuts, chargebacks, software subscriptions, annual licenses...

Strip it all away from the actual revenue, break it down by the endless hours spent at the bench...well, once again, I’m making way below minimum wage.

Traces of Tears💧

The quiet evidence of feeling, captured in deep cyan and molten metal. Watching this eye come to life is pure therapy. What do you see in its gaze?

People pick up one of my rings and go "oh god it's pointy"

Yes. on purpose.

The spike isn't aggression for the sake of aggression. it's a boundary. it's a tiny silver sentence that says I am here and I take up space. for so many of us, especially the quiet ones, the weird ones, the kids who were called 'too much' and 'too little' in the same week, wearing something with edges is the closest thing to armor we get.

Siouxsie Sioux once said "I have always relished the role of being an outsider" I have that line scratched into the corner of my workbench.

The spike is for the outsiders. the ones still walking their own path. the ones who refuse to be tamed.

Life belongs to peace, not violence

Unyielding. Raw. Protection in a world of chaos. ⚔️

The Cyanotype Series necklace is live.

Found a 1978 book on metal alloys at a thrift store in Pasadena yesterday for $2. TWO DOLLARS. the diagrams alone are worth a hundred.

I almost cried in the aisle.

Watching from the shadows of ambition and imperfection,

"The Big One" takes form through raw chemistry and chaotic heat.

Woke up at 7. made toast. turned around for ten seconds. came back. Flux was sitting on my chair licking butter off the crust like a tiny goblin king.