Behind the house grows a plum tree - unassuming, old, remembering other children, other years. One of its branches began to weaken,dried out, no longer bearing fruit. It had to be cut. What remained was a small piece - modest, with a curve and a dark streak along one side. It smelled sweet even after drying, as if it still held on to a trace of summer.

I put it on the lathe without much of a plan, more out of curiosity than intention. The wood resisted, cracked slightly, creaked. Yet with every turn it revealed something new: dense grain patterns, surprising shades, warmth hidden beneath the bark. Out of it came a small vase, one that fits in the hand yet catches the eye. Quiet, a little like a memory that suddenly returns without warning.

Dimensions: diameter 9 cm, height 8 cm

All cracks and imperfections visible on the vases are their unique feature, characteristic of the natural material that is wood.

220,00 PLN

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