
About the work
The light, not quite awake. The crease in the fabric, still sharp. A silence before the doors open. The scent of coffee, not yet poured. A future moment, not quite here, already gone. A waiting, for what.

About the work
The light, not quite awake. The crease in the fabric, still sharp. A silence before the doors open. The scent of coffee, not yet poured. A future moment, not quite here, already gone. A waiting, for what.