The egg is a thin membrane between life and death, perfect in its design and with all our origins inside it.

In the sea, they come in almost every shape and colour. There are millions of them under a crab, they are oxygenated and tenderly cared for by the male lumpfish, there are those that don’t look like eggs at all, and there are thousands of them, like a cloud of smoke, that singles out from a starfish at Easter time.