The vase, the tonalities, the textures, the background, are all broken. It's a mess; a clutter of discordance reflecting the violence that must have happened here. But I don't think it conveys well the pathos of "broken-ness", the sadness of something fine now marred.
If I could I would photograph this vase using my best still life technique, as if it were the finest vase ever, and let the break acknowledge itself. A whisper amid silence is sharper than a shout in a tempest.