OTHERLINGS

Wrapped in wild memory, shaped by earth and echo — these beings are not made, but revealed.A face in bark. A whisper in clay. A home for something unseen.

Place them where your stillness lives — on a windowsill, beside your plants, near your dreams. They don’t decorate. They dwell.

Each Totemkin is hand-sculpted from paper clay over old glass vessels, then painted with story and spirit.
They are part dwelling, part dream — homes for forest breath, flickers of light, and silent presence.
Some glow. Some guard. All remember.