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This piece folds domestic memory into something tender and almost ceremonial. A simple tin of sewing threads; bright, jumbled, and familiar becomes a portal to childhood holidays in Toogoom, where time moved slowly and the smallest objects carried whole worlds. The patterned tiles, the painted windmill on the lid, and the lone red spool resting outside the tin evoke the gentle order and quiet industry of a grandmother’s home. By elevating these everyday materials, the work honours the intimacy of making, mending, and being cared for, turning a humble sewing tin into a vessel of place, lineage, and love.
Acrylic
*Please note that all prints will be printed without watermarks
This piece folds domestic memory into something tender and almost ceremonial. A simple tin of sewing threads; bright, jumbled, and familiar becomes a portal to childhood holidays in Toogoom, where time moved slowly and the smallest objects carried whole worlds. The patterned tiles, the painted windmill on the lid, and the lone red spool resting outside the tin evoke the gentle order and quiet industry of a grandmother’s home. By elevating these everyday materials, the work honours the intimacy of making, mending, and being cared for, turning a humble sewing tin into a vessel of place, lineage, and love.
Acrylic
*Please note that all prints will be printed without watermarks
