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Until The Sky Is Quiet
Mixed media installation
The ceramic plates and cups used in the installation were sourced from charity shops, each piece already carrying signs of age, use, and personal history. They were broken and reconstructed using red thread, barbed wire, and Aida fabric, blending traditional embroidery with symbols of war. Some patterns were drawn by hand to mimic stitches, while others used real thread where structure allowed.
For the book, I created a concertina format with a black Aida cloth cover, hand-embroidered in red and white thread. The internal pages feature photographs of the installation and handwritten reflections, printed on custom-cut paper. Together, they form a tactile record of memory, destruction, and repair.
Date
May 2025
Role
The purpose of the project Until the Sky is Quiet is to reflect on the lived reality of war in Ukraine through the lens of memory, resilience, and everyday life. By reconstructing broken domestic objects—plates, cups, napkins—using barbed wire and embroidery, the project explores how people hold on to identity and meaning amid destruction. It aims to create an emotional and tactile space for reflection, connecting viewers to the human impact of war not through shock, but through quiet, symbolic storytelling. The project also serves as a form of witness, inviting action and empathy, and preserving voices and memories that might otherwise be lost.
This is a mixed media installation reflecting everyday life in Ukraine during wartime, where moments of normalcy are constantly interrupted by the threat of violence. The table is set for a quiet dinner, yet the plates are fractured, the cups mended with barbed wire and red thread. Once used to barricade roads in the first days of invasion, the barbed wire now binds these broken pieces, scarred, but still holding.
Each object carries memory and meaning. They speak of resilience, of the need to rebuild what’s been broken, of holding on to beauty and identity amid fear. As you sit, the sound of an air raid siren interrupts, as an echo of what millions live through each day.
This is not a memory of the past. This is the present.
