Yakhont
“I’m a migrant living in Vilnius who, to be honest, really loves making things complicated for herself. That’s why, instead of regular merch, I decided to make clay plates,” admits Nadzieja. If the ceramics from Yakhont had to be described in a single paragraph, it would go like this: The shape — not a perfect circle (just like us). The inscriptions — handwritten, with no templates or fonts. On the back — the imprint of a fabric woven by Nadzieja’s grandmother. It’s a plate that warms and comforts you when everything is falling apart again.
