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Terraroma is my silent tribute to the memory of earth — a wall-born sculpture shaped by stillness, erosion, and time’s gentle decay.
Hand-shaped from paper clay and layered with natural pigments, this work echoes the sedimented calm of forest floors and the tactile rhythm of aged terrain. Its textured surface shifts with light, like bark or stone slowly written by wind, moisture, and silence.
Part of my evolving collection Mur Vitae, Terraroma… speaks the language of quiet transformation — rough yet tender, imperfect and grounded. It holds within its layered crust the slowness of geological memory and the warmth of hand and earth.
More than a surface, it becomes a place: one that resonates with spaces drawn to stillness, patina, and the subtle presence of time.
Terraroma is a fragment of grounded time — a sculpted breath of soil held in 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.