The Aviarch
9 inches wide | Hand-enameled glass | Kiln-fired
 
Part bird, part moon, part something else entirely—The Aviarch doesn’t walk so much as glide through your peripheral vision. Brassy Crown and winged, he’s a quiet sovereign of liminal spaces, the kind of ruler who governs dreams and dusk.
His feathers shimmer like old paper. His glass face is lunar, with a gaze that suggests he’s witnessed whole civilizations blink in and out like stars.
He’s an enigma, but a benevolent one. The kind of strange that feels sacred.
Part of The Elders collection. One of one.