The living realm of unpredictability is gradually being displaced by a convenient, controlled set of functions. Nature — not only almighty but also vulnerable and flawed — is losing its place in the system of human values.
A system built on stability, productivity, and efficiency.

The starting point for this project is deeply personal. As child, I would dig clay from the ground in our village and shape it into figures. It was a direct, raw connection with the earth — with its density, its irregular texture. Today, I watch my daughter at play: her materials are light, clean, safe. They leave no stains, no traces. They don’t change over time. And this is not just a difference in texture — it signals a radical shift in how we exist in the world.

Focusing on this contrast, I combine raw clay with light air-drying clay into one sculptural form. The natural material cracks, crumbles, disintegrates. The artificial one retains its “marketable” appearance. But the refined flowers sprouting from a bitter root bulb are only a reflection of human-made fantasies about beauty — and they fill me with unease. Because the deeper we sink into our illusions, the more we lose touch with ourselves.