Snegir & Artefacto
Snegir Snegir
Artefacto Artefacto
Snegir Snegir
Hey, I was looking at the snow outside, and it made me think about how each flake is a tiny, perfect symmetry—kind of like the shapes you get when you shape clay. How do you feel when a piece finally yields that quiet, balanced form?
Artefacto Artefacto
When the clay finally settles into its quiet balance I feel a small, almost sighing relief, like a quiet breath after a storm. It reminds me that even the perfect form is only a moment, and that stillness is part of the dance.