"Each landscape keeps the memory of the wind, each leaf retains a fragment of the world."
The sculptures of Sylviane Pricaz dialogue in the same murmur, that of nature which breathes, transforms, remembers.
The sculptures of Sylviane Pricaz dialogue in the same murmur, that of nature which breathes, transforms, remembers.
The ceramics, shaped by hands and silence, carry within them the rhythm of the ground, the trace of the wind, the fragility of life.
The echo that lives in the leaves is a meeting between light and matter, between what passes and what remains.
It is a slow, attentive listening—of the world that still speaks, through form, color, earth.
The echo that lives in the leaves is a meeting between light and matter, between what passes and what remains.
It is a slow, attentive listening—of the world that still speaks, through form, color, earth.
