Artifacts from the lost

Crafted from what was left behind.
Bones. Teeth. Antlers. Skin. Ashes.
Remnants of the Earth’s moments in time.

These are relics. Instruments of memory and time. Sculptures for the skin.

We do not polish the past.
We preserve its cracks.

Every piece is a ritual, a confrontation with mortality, a communion with the forgotten.


In an age of fast production, we return to texture, shadow, drawing upon ancient techniques and materials...
Created for the edge-dwellers, the seekers, the hunters of the unusual.


Let what remains, remain with you.

 Unearth Our Offerings

The Mind

Made by, designed, packed and cared for by one singular pair of hands that resides in the cauldron of Chicago, Illinois.

The owner of these hands responds to the name of Ari, and is sometimes called "Lost".

A near life-long project of creating, constantly drawing inspiration from nature, the juxtaposition and balance of the life cycle...

Losses in life. The beauty of mortality.

The fragility and strength and chaos of it all.

Her process takes time, deep passion, and a part of her that will always reside in her creations.

That, and a little bit of mystery.