Nomin Zezegmaa is a multidisciplinary artist, researcher, writer, and silversmith, originally from Berlin, based in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.
Her work moves along the sinews of deep time, drawing breath from Mongol cosmogony to speak with—and through—matter, spirit, and ancestral memory.
Moving between worlds, she engages the unseen and elemental, following the soul of materials and the murmurs of landscapes. Her work becomes a form of mediation: between presence and absence, form and formlessness, the human and other-than-human. These inquiries unfold across sculpture, painting, drawing, calligraphy, land art, performance, film, and site-specific installation.
Where microcosm meets macrocosm, alchemy meets semiotics, and language becomes both vessel and threshold. The Chthulucene, environmentalism, and ancestral knowledge practice run not as themes, but as living forces.
Beneath it all lies a deep undercurrent—a call toward other ways of worlding, where tellurian multispecies coexistence is not only imaginable, but embodied in gesture, invocation, and offering.
Her work moves along the sinews of deep time, drawing breath from Mongol cosmogony to speak with—and through—matter, spirit, and ancestral memory.
Moving between worlds, she engages the unseen and elemental, following the soul of materials and the murmurs of landscapes. Her work becomes a form of mediation: between presence and absence, form and formlessness, the human and other-than-human. These inquiries unfold across sculpture, painting, drawing, calligraphy, land art, performance, film, and site-specific installation.
Where microcosm meets macrocosm, alchemy meets semiotics, and language becomes both vessel and threshold. The Chthulucene, environmentalism, and ancestral knowledge practice run not as themes, but as living forces.
Beneath it all lies a deep undercurrent—a call toward other ways of worlding, where tellurian multispecies coexistence is not only imaginable, but embodied in gesture, invocation, and offering.
—searching and following a stream of memories, until it forms an inevitable river, leading you along to either its source, or to a vast oceanic landscape, upon which you, as a microscopic, yet distant observer can see many loose threads and tie knots and their stories into a much larger, macrocosmic web of things.