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Ignis Orbis is a sculptural fragment of quiet combustion — a biomorphic sphere forged through pressure, erosion, and eruptive form. Shaped by hand from recycled paper clay, it captures the tension of growth beneath the crust, where energy builds in silence and emerges like a mineral bloom.
Its jagged protrusions and crusted shell evoke volcanic geology, marine fossils, and otherworldly seeds — a relic not of the past, but of an imagined strata of… earth. Beneath layers of pale ash-white, flashes of oxidized copper and electric turquoise break through — like ignited ore veins revealed by time.
This is not a gentle vessel, but a charged presence — a visual rhythm of spikes and craters that holds space rather than fills it. Neither object nor ornament, it exists between altar and artifact, inviting not use, but attention.
Part of the Spina Terra collection, Ignis Orbis explores the raw poetics of matter — where erosion becomes ornament, and sculpture becomes stillness shaped by force.
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.