A moment, a light…

The light falls gently on the table, revealing tones of amber and honey, reflections dancing on the glass, and soft shadows resting on the wood. A hand-dyed napkin, printed with black grasses like a memory of the meadow, lies there- unassuming, yet full of character.

It’s an unpretentious composition, almost instinctive, yet every element has its place. The materials speak to each other: the crumpled linen of the napkin, the rough texture of the wood, the glass’s transparency capturing the pale winter light. What matters is the warmth these objects bring.