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This vessel holds silence as substance. Its spherical form gathers duration, weight, and continuity within a single volume. The surface bears the trace of the hand as presence. Pressure remains. Pause remains. Time settles into matter through accumulation, abrasion, and chance, forming a surface that cannot be repeated. Fog informs the work as a constant companion of change. Its quiet traces appear as slow streaks and deposits, embedded within the… surface. Stone-like textures and muted tones carry sediment, erosion, and the calm persistence of geological time. It holds memory, passage, and endurance without narrative. Error remains visible as evidence of process and material truth. Created in the spirit of wabi-sabi and Arte Povera, the work relies on simple matter — paper clay, natural clay, and textured surface treatment — allowing time and material to shape the final form.
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.