Leitmoetiv was born at a moment when I thought I might die.
Beaten down, isolated, I clung to a sketch hastily scribbled in a bar.
That drawing became an obsession — a vanishing point. It was all I had to imagine a future.
Today, it has taken shape: an egg in free fall, caught in the moment just before impact. But instead of shattering, the shell opens, flips, and becomes a parachute. Like a survival instinct turning fragility into rescue.
Leitmoetiv is that exact moment — when everything could collapse… yet something, against all odds, holds you back.
