Sonia Vigano
Founder of Maison Nunchi
I come from a place that taught me silence early on.
I was told to stay quiet, to be useful, invisible, obedient.
I grew up in the night of unspoken violence — and held on to a single thread: art.
Art gave me air when the room had no windows.
Writing gave me a lamp.
Poetry gave me a roof.
Each word I wrote was a step out of the cold.
Later, they said that ambition was not made for people like me.
That dreams belonged to others.
I worked for the broken, until I became invisible myself — until I understood that one cannot save anyone while drowning.
So, I chose life.
I chose to rise again, to embrace my scars as signatures.
To turn shame into dignity, poverty into art, and silence into voice.
From that choice, Maison Nunchi was born.
It is not a brand — it is a house of connection, where ancient gestures speak to the present,
where skilled hands keep the heart of culture alive.
We walk alongside master artisans and artists, guided by the slow rhythm of enduring crafts. For beyond every creation, there is a vow: the love of the gesture can heal, gather, and elevate.
I do not create despite my story — I create from it.
I do not make products — I welcome fragments of soul.
I polish them with patience, and offer them to those who can truly see.
Each creation is a pact. If you choose it, you enter the ancient gesture that unites the hand that gives and the hand that receives.
My wish is simple: to touch those who have much, so they may become bridges for others. And to return, through the work of this House, to those life has left behind — the sick, the unseen, the weary, the “too late,” and the “not enough.”
I no longer oppose wealth and fragility — I build bridges between them.
One day, I met a kindred voice — an artist who turned culture into shelter for the soul.
His words reopened a door I thought forever sealed.
Since that day, I know that we will walk together, weaving projects born from dignity and light.
I no longer wait for permission. I no longer wait to be validated.
Over time, my wounds have become strength.
Resilience is my ember. Perseverance, my watchfire.
Maison Nunchi is proof through the soul
Proof that a woman without a place, a child of shadows turned guardian of the link, can carve her path and open the way for others.
I no longer ask for a seat — I set the table of connection.
Come in. Take your place.
If you carry abundance, bring it with heart — it will become passage for another.
If you carry fatigue, sit down — here, you are seen, heard, and never judged.
Receive what the House creates
it is not an object, it is an offering.
With each piece opened, each thread joined,
we sew another fiber into the fabric of the world.
My name is Sonia.
I was born in scarcity and chose inner elevation.
I fell a thousand times and chose dignity.
Today, I open Maison Nunchi.
May those who can truly see, recognize authenticity.
May those who can truly give, become the bridge.
And may our lives together prove this:
you can come from the roadside —
and still write your own avenue of stars.