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Umbra Vitae is a sculptural relic born of the earth’s quiet endurance — a biomorphic vessel where surface becomes story and form becomes presence.
Hand-shaped from recycled paper clay, its densely clustered texture evokes fertile soil, ancient seed forms, and the rhythmic language of growth and decay. Rich earthen tones — deep brown with warm undertones — pulse through the surface like memory embedded in matter.
This is not a vessel for function,… but for resonance. Umbra Vitae speaks in silence, anchoring space with tactile gravity and elemental calm. Its organic geometry invites touch and contemplation, offering a sculptural center that feels both timeless and alive.
Part of the Terrac Spheria collection, it reflects a philosophy of slowness, imperfection, and organic form — resonating with wabi-sabi, minimalist, and raw interiors. A quiet statement, it holds the dignity of a found relic, shaped not by haste, but by instinct and the enduring breath of nature.
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.