CVORE - My Story, My Heart

   

Hi,
my name is Alessandra and I am 37 years old.
Cvore is my project, my creation, my heart transformed into something you can touch, wear, feel.

But Cvore wasn't born from a happy moment.
On March 20, 2019, I had a car accident that completely changed my life. An evening that left deep wounds on my face and took away a small piece of the index finger of my right hand.
That day marked a before and an after.
The body changes, the mind falters, enthusiasm fades. Everything that was simple and spontaneous becomes tiring, uncertain, painful.
You find yourself in chaos, forced to question everything.

Yet, I started over from there.
Not immediately, not with lightness.
I started with small gestures: putting my thoughts back in order, letting my hands move again, even if with fear.
I started to create, without knowing if anyone would like it. But I needed it.
To feel alive again.

At first, I didn't talk about it.
I don't like the idea of sharing pain to attract attention or create forced empathy.
I'm not a "whiner," as I often say ironically.
And those who know me know that I don't like to weigh down, dramatize, or capitalize on misfortunes.
I wanted those who followed me to first and foremost fall in love with the product, the idea, the world of Cvore (not my story).
But then, over time, a special, sincere relationship was created with some of you. A bond.
And like friends do, I started to tell my story.
Not to spectacularize the pain, but to share it when I felt there was genuine listening on the other side.

Then, after the collapse, came the desire to rebuild.
With more strength, more truth, more of myself.
And that's how Cvore was born — with a "v" instead of a "u," as if to say: it's not the usual heart.
It's a heart that broke, bled, trembled. But kept beating.

Cvore is an invented word, a sound that resembles "cuore" (heart) but has something different inside.
A V instead of a U.
A wound instead of perfection.
Because I didn't want to represent postcard-perfect love.
I wanted to give shape to something that also exists in cracks, in pauses, in comebacks.

Every creation you find here is a fragment of this story.
It's not just a piece of jewelry.
It's a symbol, a small amulet to wear.
Something that represents you, protects you, reminds you that you are not alone.
I use resistant and hypoallergenic materials, I choose essential but evocative forms, I create pieces that last, that speak, that hold meanings.

Cvore is my child.
It's an extension of me, it resembles me and grows with me.
Every time someone chooses one of my jewels, I feel that something real is happening. Something silent, but important.

For the thousand me's I decided to change.
For the fears I didn't indulge.
For the possibility of getting here, where I am.

And if you also got here, maybe it's not a coincidence.
Welcome*
This heart, just as it is, is also a little bit yours.
Because maybe you too had a moment when you lost something.
Or someone.
A moment when everything changed.
If Cvore speaks to you, maybe it's because you recognize that beat.
The one that continues, even when it hurts.