



Woven into a coarse, earthen ground, this textile reads like a quiet fragment of an unknown script—rows of muted glyphs hovering between legibility and forgetting. The centered hourglass and twin discs form a poised axis of balance, suggesting exchange, passage, or the meeting of opposing forces, while the jagged line beneath evokes a horizon of mountains or an electrocardiogram of lived time. Color appears sparingly—ochres, moss greens, soot blacks—like memories caught in fiber, allowing the material itself to carry the work’s gravity and ritual calm.







