About us — Ground Collective

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Deerest Rotling,

If you have made it this far, we presume your taste is impeccably damp and delicious. How wonderful to find you here, even through these forsaken webs.

Now, a bite about us.

Ground Collective is a frog-owned House of designers and storytellers, making sculptural pieces for those who know beauty need not behave.We work through asymmetry, mixed materials, and a bit of living logic.

Bobbi is the frog. Highly favoured in the Ground and famously particular, as amphibians of taste tend to be. Bobbi came to us sun-kissed, with a distant grasshopper in the bloodline….and one very firm belief:

Ordinary earthly treasure will not do.
It must shimmer strangely, and perhaps speak back too.
From such enchanted soil, Ground Collective grew.

Occasionally, Bobbi takes hold of the inbox or appears through the socials. We have accepted this as part of the ecosystem.

All are welcome in the Ground:
the sweet, the sharp, the strange.
Here roots run deep;
pretty things change.
A gentle piece may charm the room;
a sharper one may catch the light.
Each shaped by webbed hands,
with just enough bite.

With love from Ground,
Ground Collective

Chapter 1:

Our first release breaks open the pearl myth….not purity on a pedestal, but the dark bed beneath, where lovely things gather their grime before they shine.

Here live the first Speshies: pieces made to wear, with stories to share. Dropped in small doses, each one leaves the Ground storied and sealed in its capsule box, carrying a little Ground ID marked truly yours.

Our webbed hands make in limited batches, reigning near a glistening lake. The right creatures already seem to be drawing near, and for that, we cannot thank you enough.

Mother of Hurl is only the first chapter.

What comes next is already stirring beneath us. We do hope you join in.

Damply and devotedly,

PST…
Enough about us.

Who are you?

Rotlings have begun sending styling plans and strange little whispers. If Ground has found you too, we would love to see what you make of it.

Mother of Hurl

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