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A sculptural vessel born of earth’s ancient memory, Aegis embodies silent strength and a timeless sense of protection. Its biomorphic form conjures coral spires and frozen crystals — organic architectures shaped by millennia, evoking both the fragility and resilience of nature.
Each spike is meticulously handcrafted from layered paper clay, emerging like a fossilized echo of untamed landscapes. The matte, mineral-like surface recalls weathered reefs… and ice-clad cliffs, while the asymmetrical crown casts shifting shadows, bringing a quiet dynamism to any space.
Aegis invites contemplation: its raw, primal energy balanced by refined minimalism. It speaks to the slow forces of growth and erosion, the patient sculpting of time itself. Its presence anchors interiors with an aura of quiet grandeur, offering a moment of stillness amid life’s constant motion.
Aegis does not simply occupy a room — it defines it, holding space with subtle yet commanding presence.
I was born in a city that no longer exists as it was. Mariupol — once sea and sand, now ash and absence. Yet even what disappears leaves its trace. That trace is what I follow. I live now in Zurich, but my hands still carry the earth of elsewhere. I grind straw, soil, bark, ash into matter that resists beauty. These are not materials chosen—they are what remains. I am close to Arte Povera, because in the poverty of matter lies genius: the truth that nothing is too small to hold memory. I am close to wabi-sabi, because time itself writes through imperfection, through cracks, through silence. My vessels and wall pieces are not objects. They are witnesses. Companions of dust and silence. Fragile, yet enduring. They stay when all else is gone.