A lamp made from almost nothing: four music wires, recycled tissue paper, glue, water, and the hands.

Its construction follows a rhythm older than industry — when making was an act of relation rather than extraction.

The shell forms slowly, layer by layer of paper, softened and shaped through repetition, time, and care — a gesture that holds memory, presence, and trace.

Its value lies not in material worth nor technological innovation, but in the labor that allows something simple to become luminous.
Not everything needs to be solved through complexity.

Here, light is born, not manufactured.