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Here, where the quiet of the Umbrian hills settles over a flour-dusted table, the act of making is a slow and patient meditation.
The pale, carved column of wood, with its deep, rhythmic grooves, mirrors the wooden rigagnocchi board under my hands. Suspended below it, a dark and heavy stone holds the exact, earthy weight of a perfect, resting ball of potato dough. A simple brass wire acts as the tether, grounding a wild, fractured vine that twists upward—like the dormant grapevines clinging to the stone walls just outside my kitchen window. As the rock swings in a steady, silent blur, it echoes the rocking motion of my palms: a quiet pendulum keeping time as I roll the soft pillows of gnocchi, one by one, into the afternoon.
hazelnut, white birch, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 18”h
Here, where the quiet of the Umbrian hills settles over a flour-dusted table, the act of making is a slow and patient meditation.
The pale, carved column of wood, with its deep, rhythmic grooves, mirrors the wooden rigagnocchi board under my hands. Suspended below it, a dark and heavy stone holds the exact, earthy weight of a perfect, resting ball of potato dough. A simple brass wire acts as the tether, grounding a wild, fractured vine that twists upward—like the dormant grapevines clinging to the stone walls just outside my kitchen window. As the rock swings in a steady, silent blur, it echoes the rocking motion of my palms: a quiet pendulum keeping time as I roll the soft pillows of gnocchi, one by one, into the afternoon.
hazelnut, white birch, brass & granite
2 × 3 × 18”h