Wabi-Sabi Series - Phomopsis #2
From the same ant-damaged Russian olive rescued on Selkirk Avenue, this vase embraces imperfection in full. The central void, etched by Phomopsis canker and time, feels less like decay than revelation. Dark and hollow, yet haloed by golden grain, it draws the eye inward. There's a quiet honesty to it: a vessel that doesn’t hide its wounds, but wears them like memory.
The shape is soft, the finish silky, but the heart of this piece is wild… alive with history, humility, and a stubborn kind of beauty.
Russian Olive - 8 Inches
From the same ant-damaged Russian olive rescued on Selkirk Avenue, this vase embraces imperfection in full. The central void, etched by Phomopsis canker and time, feels less like decay than revelation. Dark and hollow, yet haloed by golden grain, it draws the eye inward. There's a quiet honesty to it: a vessel that doesn’t hide its wounds, but wears them like memory.
The shape is soft, the finish silky, but the heart of this piece is wild… alive with history, humility, and a stubborn kind of beauty.
Russian Olive - 8 Inches
From the same ant-damaged Russian olive rescued on Selkirk Avenue, this vase embraces imperfection in full. The central void, etched by Phomopsis canker and time, feels less like decay than revelation. Dark and hollow, yet haloed by golden grain, it draws the eye inward. There's a quiet honesty to it: a vessel that doesn’t hide its wounds, but wears them like memory.
The shape is soft, the finish silky, but the heart of this piece is wild… alive with history, humility, and a stubborn kind of beauty.
Russian Olive - 8 Inches
