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This vessel holds silence as depth.
Its form is compact and weighted, carrying pressure and containment within a single volume.
The surface records material accumulation.
Layers settle through time, compression, and material resistance.
Traces remain embedded, forming a dense skin shaped by duration and gravity.
Dark mineral tones evoke depth and obscurity.
Subtle shifts in color suggest sediment, stone, and submerged matter.
Light reveals quiet… variations, while shadow absorbs detail into mass.
It carries weight, endurance, and material presence without narrative.
Surface irregularities remain visible as evidence of process and time.
Created in the spirit of wabi-sabi and Arte Povera, the work is formed from a blend of natural clay and paper clay, allowing material and time to determine its final state.
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.