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Verdumbria belongs to the Dust and Silence series, where matter and memory are distilled into sculptural form. Handmade in recycled paper clay — a medium between fragility and endurance — its weathered surface of moss-green, ochre, and deep earth recalls mineral patinas, stone worn by centuries, and the slow rhythm of transformation. It holds the persistence of silence shaped into form.
Its pared-down, archetypal form and uneven rim embody the wabi-sabi… spirit of imperfection and transience. The vessel speaks through simplicity, allowing surface and presence to carry meaning. The texture shifts with light, revealing green shadows and ochre traces, like breathing stone. In this quiet metamorphosis, it becomes both object and interval — a pause carrying presence and reflection.
As a statement piece, Verdumbria enters into dialogue with architecture and atmosphere. Both sculpture and vessel, it grounds interiors with contemplative strength while carrying resilience and memory.
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.