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Astrolumina

Infinite space, the cosmos, our universe is our leitmotiv. There, we mirror our being, our daydreams, our interacting with matter. Starlight is pure energy, and energy means movement, it means life. In space, all matter is ultralight; space knows no limits or bounds.

The universe’s infinite worlds hold infinite flights of imagination.
That’s where we dream up the design of our jewels.

The well of inspiration is the perennial tension between opposing forces – light and darkness, order and chaos, ice and fire, weight and whim – the cosmos is governed by prodigious laws that harmonize in paradox, in the balance of contrasts.
Each of our creations expresses incredulous stupor at the luminous perpetual vaults of the galaxies, but also the magnetic draw of all that is infinite and eternal. A reminder of what we’re seeking when we close our eyes, or look to the skies.

Elementary shapes – spheres, ellipses, circles – eternally locked in orbit, yet each holding their own trajectory, and space.

Unbound by gravity, they trace what appear as unplanned orbits, yet each follows its own singular logic. Sometimes their motion is imperceptible, nearly still. Out here, there is no center, these solid bodies float deprived of weight, suspended in dilated space-time. Past, present and future are fused and lose their meaning – but no matter. In the silent void we almost sense the harmony of shapes at play in vacuum and light, among the infinite constellation of colours.

Astrolumina

Infinite space, the cosmos, our universe is our leitmotiv. There, we mirror our being, our daydreams, our interacting with matter. Starlight is pure energy, and energy means movement, it means life. In space, all matter is ultralight; space knows no limits or bounds.

The universe’s infinite worlds hold infinite flights of imagination.
That’s where we dream up the design of our jewels.

The well of inspiration is the perennial tension between opposing forces – light and darkness, order and chaos, ice and fire, weight and whim – the cosmos is governed by prodigious laws that harmonize in paradox, in the balance of contrasts.
Each of our creations expresses incredulous stupor at the luminous perpetual vaults of the galaxies, but also the magnetic draw of all that is infinite and eternal. A reminder of what we’re seeking when we close our eyes, or look to the skies.

Elementary shapes – spheres, ellipses, circles – eternally locked in orbit, yet each holding their own trajectory, and space.

Unbound by gravity, they trace what appear as unplanned orbits, yet each follows its own singular logic. Sometimes their motion is imperceptible, nearly still. Out here, there is no center, these solid bodies float deprived of weight, suspended in dilated space-time. Past, present and future are fused and lose their meaning – but no matter. In the silent void we almost sense the harmony of shapes at play in vacuum and light, among the infinite constellation of colours.