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Solspina is a sculptural relic of radiant stillness — a biomorphic sphere formed from the quiet tension between erosion and bloom. Shaped by hand from recycled paper clay, its surface swirls with layered textures: pale mineral whites fractured by veins of gold, ash, and stone, like solar flare fossilized in form.
The curvature of each spike bends with organic intent, suggesting both defense and expansion — as if the sphere had grown through a slow… combustion, hardened under unseen pressure. Its presence is luminous yet grounded, recalling relics unearthed from mythic geologies or celestial terrains.
Solspina resists mere decoration. It occupies space with sculptural weight, not through mass but through aura. Though small in scale, it holds visual gravity — a tactile constellation of matter and memory.
Part of the Spina Terra collection, Solspina is not crafted for use, but for encounter — a sculptural fossil of light made still.
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.