A brief story of sensing reflections

Tafla O Mirror photo: Jakub Musialski

There is a time

There is a time when one must immerse oneself in nature. To pause for a moment, to truly see the fleeting seconds and their colours. To let the first light of dawn brush against the skin. To listen. To breathe in. To look. To simply be. These are stilled moments. Moments when great thoughts arrive—or no thoughts at all. In the stillness of morning, we perceived the grandeur of a landscape. A vision foreshadowing the approach of summer in Poland. A corner of the earth which, in May, is once again bathed in the intensity of rapeseed yellow and the endless blues of the sky.

Tafla O Mirror photo: Jakub Musialski

Tafla O Mirror photo: Jakub Musialski

There is a surface

We like to stay close to nature. It is our teacher. Our encyclopedia. Our muse. From it, we draw knowledge; it whispers to us ready-made solutions—bionic forms, organic mechanisms. We do not embellish them. We simply allow mirrored surfaces to become the canvas for the hues of clouds and fields. Surfaces that hold, deep within, an infinity of stories, of reflected contexts, of moments and colours.

Tafla O Mirror photo: Jakub Musialski

Karava Vase photo: Jakub Musialski

Karava Vase photo: Jakub Musialski

There is a story

Every reflection is a story. Every thread bends or dissolves into the metal mirrors. These are narratives unpredictable and dynamic—therefore, captivating. Tales reflected in both control and its absence. Sudden, yet poetic. Dependent on where one stands. Always different, painted on surfaces that are never the same. For there are no two identical deformations, no two identical Zieta objects.

Plopp photo: Jakub Musialski

Crash Vase photo: Jakub Musialski

Crash Vase photo: Jakub Musialski

There is meaning

To contain different stories, these mirrored forms come in different shapes. The polished steel surfaces of Tafla capture narratives in contours inspired by dewdrops. Karava absorbs reflected stories, whirls them into a vortex and merges them with the horizon. Parova, both vertically and horizontally, evokes a quiet nobility. Crash embraces to remind us of the raw beauty of deformation, while the playful Plopp stool leaps in—like a jack-in-the-box—only to quickly blend into the surrounding mood.

Crash Vase photo: Jakub Musialski

Plopp photo: Jakub Musialski

There are places

This short story of refractions, colours, and light unfolds endlessly. It emerges wherever Zieta’s metal surfaces exist. The context depends solely on the multitude of eyes, the shifting of lenses, and the will to interpret. We invite you into a land of reflections, within mirrored metal objects that long to co-create stories in places.