Rest Fibre Still-Life Sculpture

Draped like a quiet relic, the fabric-like forms suspend in a tense equilibrium between tenderness and gravity, their weight sagging into a slow, bodily cadence. A bruised spectrum of violets and muted rose-golds pools across the folds, turning color into a kind of weather—at once sensual and spent—while the stark white ground isolates the object as if under forensic light. The coarse, granular surface resists the softness it imitates, suggesting memory hardened into matter, intimacy made archival. Anchored to a raw wooden base, the piece reads as a threshold: domestic gesture elevated into monument, where absence is felt most strongly in what remains.