An assemblage vase feels less like a simple container and more like a tiny sculpture that just happens to hold flowers.
The base might start as a ceramic or glass vessel, but its original surface is almost hidden beneath layers of collected pieces — old brooches, bits of lace, watch gears, keys, beads, shells, scraps of metal, and fragments of found objects that each look like they carry a story. Nothing feels mass-produced; every element has a past life. Some pieces overlap, some dangle, some are embedded into textured plaster or resin, creating a surface that’s richly dimensional and impossible to take in all at once.
The colors can range from soft and romantic — creams, faded florals, tarnished silver — to bold and eclectic with pops of jewel tones, oxidized copper, or touches of gold leaf catching the light. You might see a porcelain figurine peeking out from one side, a strip of handwritten paper sealed beneath a translucent layer, or tiny charms tucked into crevices like secrets.
Even empty, the vase feels complete. Add flowers, and they become part of the composition — stems weaving through metal loops, petals brushing against vintage textures. The whole piece gives the impression of memory made physical: a gathering of small, overlooked things transformed into something expressive, layered, and beautifully unexpected.
