Why Kirke?

I took my vacation in winter and set my course toward the Black Sea.
Cold air, green waters, and the endless sound of the sea...

Standing on the shore, I thought of the Argonauts, Medea… and Kirke.
I couldn’t shake the thought — maybe she once walked a coast like this? Where was her home? Maybe she was starring at the horizon?
Perhaps she has never been here — but somehow, her spirit is felt here.

Suddenly, I imagined her:
a beautiful woman with Colchian features, flowing hair, a silk scarf… as if the time had stopped just for her.

And that’s how our vision of Kirke was born.