A poem-calligraphy piece composed at a « stone and heart » workshop in the Podil mirror room, after a guided breathing exercise where each participant received a smooth pebble gathered from the Dnieper banks upstream. Claire wrote with a trembling hand at first, then with indigo ink that no longer bled — as if the body had finally believed the instruction: place the pain on paper, not in the chest.

The text blends French and Ukrainian: stanzas about a grandmother counting stones on a wall in Ternopil, lines about the heart that « weighs like a warm pebble in the palm » after a night alert. The layout mimics collage: cut-out words, fragments of a building blueprint found in rubble from a neighbouring construction site, an ochre watercolour stain like plaster dust hanging in the basement air.

The work is the living metaphor of the Against Stones programme: turning the heavy into light, giving grief a shape without taming it. Participants read the poem in a quiet circle; town crier Volodymyr later recited it on Kontraktova square. Stone and heart — matter and pulse, mineral cold and human warmth that refuse to part.