Thicket's Ember Ground solid drift loose across a deep

drift loose across a deep rust ground

grounded without coldness

and the legs turn down to small brass castors

Inspired by the serene beauty of Bali and the Wabi-Sabi philosophy

The turf maze at Hilton in Cambridgeshire dates back centuries

Thicket's Ember Ground solid drift loose across a deepThere 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