Racines

My Land
My Ukraine

In the beginning, a great breath, then my cry of birth; that cry, that breath that carries me out of my mother's womb... Out of my land! My land, my Ukraine, my identity... Lost. It's the beginning of a desperate, frenetic, yet never-ending quest. And yet, this obsessive pursuit of my land... Of a land... Has faded away. Slowly replaced by this devouring passion for the art of fire... Ceramics, clay... Fired, for beauty!

I buy what I love, not what's in fashion; Ceramics are my inspiration, my need, my desire, my thirst, my appetite, and my hunger... My passion. Every piece I present is my favorite, each has its story, each has its soul, each speaks to me and to each other...

A successful home is first a reflection of the souls who inhabit it. It's the harmony of colors, the choice of fabrics, the velvets, and above all, the placement of objects, paintings, lighting, not to mention the libraries, the books that invite calm, memories, nostalgia, reading, and writing. My objects, my paintings, my books travel with me, go with me, and return with me! Living with them is a daily joy... A consolation, a reality that is also a dream that allows me to imagine a life... A land... My own.