A new vase is taking shape, carrying a rather unusual legacy.
It draws its inspiration from the vanished piece — the one that never had the chance to reveal its true color, stolen before its final transformation. This time, the floral engraving returns, patiently traced by hand, as if the memory of the lost work had been passed on to its younger sibling. The glaze, still to be determined, will be chosen at the crossroads of risk and hope. Whatever the hue, it will embody that renewed gamble of letting clay and fire speak together.
There is, in this reprise, a breath of defiance: to begin again, despite the loss, and to believe that a second chance may succeed where the first could not. This vase does not replace its predecessor — it simply opens a new path, with the fragile promise of reaching its destination.
