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Other details :
Artwork on supported wooden frame. Ready to hang. Framing on request.
Dimensions :
19.7x19.7in
About this artwork
Archaic Form is my sculptural meditation on geometry weathered by time — a wall-borne relief where primitive symbols, ancient rhythms, and organic erosion converge into silent architecture.
Each shape is shaped by hand from paper clay on raw cotton canvas, then aged through layering — not for perfection, but for depth. Circles fractured by time, ridges carved like markings, and surfaces textured like ruins, echo the tactile presence of forgotten… civilizations. What emerges is a sculptural map — abstract yet grounded — where every fragment breathes of structure, entropy, and memory.
This work is not a composition, but a terrain. It lives in tension between human mark and natural decay. The matte earthen palette holds shadow and light, order and collapse. It speaks of form not as design, but as revelation.
Part of the Archaea series — an exploration of elemental geometry and silent material memory — Archaic Form stands as a fragment of reimagined structure.
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.