Thicket's Ember Ground solid individually formed

individually formed

Whispers of the Mediterranean

grounded without coldness

everything else arranges around it

geometry folding into geometry

Thicket's Ember Ground solid individually formedThere is an hour in late autumn when bracken turns the colour of an ember just before it dies down, rust losing its brightness, deepening instead into something closer to coal. Here, that hour holds the floor: scattered black marks, like sprigs caught mid growth, drift loose across a deep rust ground, never settling into rows, never quite repeating. Hand tufted by the weavers of Jodhpur, the wool holds its colour close to the pile, so the rust reads