Pelagomera

It feels like something unearthed rather than crafted—raw, ancient, and untouched by hands. The surface ripples with rough, organic patterns, a dense mosaic of ridges and folds.

Lighter patches glisten where delicate mineral crystals have surfaced, caught and crystallized within the texture, as if the piece itself drew them from the ocean and the air, locking them deep inside.

The form moves with a natural rhythm—narrowing, widening, bending slightly—like a living structure frozen in time. The rim is jagged, imperfect, as though it fractured open to reveal what lay hidden inside.

Designed for ritualistic breath, its hollow core offers a raw, grounded pull. Every inhale passes through the veins of its story, carrying the essence of what it’s trapped within.

Its name remains untold, waiting for the one who sees beyond the surface.

A single creation—irreproducible, unrepeatable.