as though the colour were coming from somewhere beneath the surface rather than sitting on top of it
and it does so deliberately
amber in one fold
The Aurelio sits flush against the wall as though it grew there
projecting its pattern onto the ceiling above and the walls around it in a shifting
Avebury's Loosened Strands Homes of Rajasthan as though the colour wereThere is a particular moment, just after a comb has passed through, when hair hasn't yet settled, still mid fall, still catching air. Here, that moment holds flat: long, ribboned strokes of rust and rose sweep across an ivory ground, twisting into each other near the centre before fanning loose again at the edges. Hand tufted by the weavers of Jodhpur, the wool carries its colour in fine, overlapping strands, deepening where the lines cross,