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New publication. Matter is Always in Motion. A conversation with Natalia Tykhoniuk on living matter, surface, memory, cracks, time, and sculptural process.

Matter is Always in Motion. I Simply Accompany the Process.

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Singulart Expert Review — François Lavaud “...a superb multidisciplinary technique… objects imbued with both finesse and brutality.” A curatorial review of my work by François Lavaud, Gallery Manager at Marivaud Studio. The review reflects on material, form, and the development of a personal sculptural language. → Read full review

Singulart Expert Review — François Lavaud

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When war arrives — I grow quiet and work. Twelfth Year of War I don’t believe in the heroism of the artist. I believe in survival. Not in loud art. Not in colors that demand attention. I believe in a hand clenched from the cold. In form shaped not by imagination, but by pain. And in white — the only color that hasn’t yet screamed. When the house collapses, you don’t build a new one — you gather the dust from the windowsill and wonder how to preserve it. Everything becomes memory. Even cracks in the wall are no longer just cracks — they’re the lines where tears once ran. I shape a vessel because form is something you can hold. And holding means living. It means something still yields. It means not everything has turned to chaos. I don’t create to heal. I create not to disappear. White is not peace. It’s silence. It’s clay that hasn’t yet touched blood. Sometimes I feel I create from remnants — of the world, of words, of myself. But it’s from remnants that strength is born. Silence holds shape better than gloss. Ash lays down softer than paint. I don’t make art about war. I make it during war. From what is left. From what still breathes. War remains the backdrop. Creation — the only way to speak. The war is in its twelfth year. — Natalia #ContemporarySculpture #ArtDuringWar #BiomorphicForm #OrganicSculpture #WabiSabiArt #SilentArt #SculptureAsSurvival #ConceptualSculpture #EarthInspiredArt #CollectibleContemporaryArt

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Soft Shadows. What holds weight without shouting? What speaks before it’s spoken? A reflection on restraint, texture, and the unspoken power of softness. #neutraltones #organictextures #wabisabiart #texturedart #quietpresence #minimalistpainting #sculpturalsilence

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Whispers of the Cracked Earth. Not every fracture is brokenness. Some cracks hold memory. Some surfaces breathe. A quiet reflection on organic textures, broken surfaces, and the silent weight of time. #crackedearthart #organictextures #biomorphicart #wabisabiart #artofstillness #poeticart #sculpturalsilence

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There are days when I cannot bear softness. Not because I am hard, but because I am real. And reality, at times, grows thorns. Not to wound — but to hold its shape. Sculptural spikes entered my work without asking. They didn’t knock. They appeared — unapologetic, elemental. They came knowing something I hadn’t yet learned: that form can protect without hiding, resist without anger, exist without permission. I don’t create spikes to shock. I shape them because smoothness sometimes lies. Because beauty isn’t always what flatters — sometimes, it’s what confronts you and refuses to explain. There is a deep sensuality in sharpness. Not the erotic kind, not the sentimental kind — but the kind that says: I feel everything, and I will not collapse under the weight of that feeling. Sculptural spikes are not armor. They are language. They are punctuation marks in clay and breath. They say: Here I am. And yes, I might pierce — but only if you come too fast, too careless, too entitled. I don’t need to be soft to be kind. I need to be real. Each spike is a point where I stopped apologizing for my shape. — Natalia #SculpturalSpikes #ContemporarySculpture #OrganicForms #TactileArt #ZurichArtScene #ModernSculpture #TextureMatters #ArtCollectorsWorld #ArtGalleryCurator #AbstractArt #BiomorphicForms

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Some surfaces are not meant to be seen — they’re meant to be remembered. Not with the mind, but with the skin. Not as image, but as presence. “Terraroma” is a sculptural painting shaped by stillness, paper clay, and the honest language of imperfection. It carries the memory of dried meadows, bark that let go, cracks that breathe. There is no story — only texture. No voice — only body. The work belongs to silence, to the pause between breath and gaze. It asks nothing from you. Only that you look long enough to feel the imprint of a touch that never left. For everything the hands remember better than words, there’s the language of texture. – Natalia #texturedwallart #wabisabiart #organicdecor #paperclayart #sculpturalpainting #earthtones #slowart #tactileart #handmadewalldecor #imperfectbeauty #modernrustic #loveandbeyoung

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Sculptural Vases: I Collect Gravity

On Spheres, Memory, and the Need to Hold Some people collect shells.Others — moments.I collect gravity.Round, quiet gravity.In my sculptural