The Bench Is Closing. The Copper Goes Free.
Forty years of hammering gave my hands their ache, and now the ache is taking the hammer back. I will not sell my last pieces. I am giving them away. If I could pay your shipping too, I would. My labour was always free, the courier's never was. The copper is my gift. The postage is the only thing I must ask of you. - Vera
Each piece begins as raw copper, then gets shaped and finished by hand. One by one, as it should be.
Nothing extra. Nothing to hide.
The plain truth about the shipping: it is the only thing you pay, and it is the real kind, insured, tracked and hand-packed. It costs more than cheap unprotected mail, because I will not send my life’s work unprotected. Everything else on this page is $0.00. Today only.





