A state of being lost for words. speechless ceremonial cutting and tying of a tapestry from its loom. Detritus embedded in the weft, references the accumulation of the palatable and synaesthestic experience. Where what is spoken, suggests just as much as a pause. Connect / synchronise, in solitude, reluctantly.
Made from neoprene, stitched into a pentagonal starfish, reversible and malleable like a self defence reaction. Floatable and squeezable and ever ready as warm to the touch. Colours of a harlequin and candy crushed, you can distort it’s geometry with a cornucopia of fruits.