Kombu seaweed, thread.

This piece started as a personal reconnection — to material, to slowness, to the things that come from water. The seaweed is raw, fragile, translucent. It holds its shape just enough.

The stitching is deliberate. A relationship stitched back together by hand, layer by layer, asking what it means to work with something that was never meant to last.

The object invites touch — and through touch, a different kind of attention to natural material. Not as resource. As presence.