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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