If the rings of Saturn

$190.00

A pale figure sits in calm stillness, her face smooth and composed beneath a crown of soft wool. The crown can drift and settle in different ways — pulled low like a blindfold, wrapped close like a scarf, or lifted into airy loops — each position changing her mood, as if she were adjusting her own orbit. Shades of grey fading into white give her a quiet, celestial bearing. There is something regal but faraway about her, a presence that feels both tender and untouchable. On a dark wooden base she rests, poised in her own small cosmos, a space empress in a moment of thought.

A pale figure sits in calm stillness, her face smooth and composed beneath a crown of soft wool. The crown can drift and settle in different ways — pulled low like a blindfold, wrapped close like a scarf, or lifted into airy loops — each position changing her mood, as if she were adjusting her own orbit. Shades of grey fading into white give her a quiet, celestial bearing. There is something regal but faraway about her, a presence that feels both tender and untouchable. On a dark wooden base she rests, poised in her own small cosmos, a space empress in a moment of thought.

About this series

Series: Objects : Figures: Cocooned

Layer by layer, I wrap my figures in clay, sand, pastel, paint and varnish over weeks, months even.
Their cocoon grows, smooth then rough, dark then light, always shifting. It is as if they are wrapping themselves in a shell of quiet.
Only the face remains uncovered, yet it feels slightly unreal, a mask of its own.
They stand on marble or wood, bound in place. They seem to have paused for too long, small beings that feel gentle and somehow strong, resting peacefully inside themselves.
Their presence is calming, reassuring, empathetic.