Dust & Weight

The carousel horse’s head, perpetually turned toward an unseen direction, bears the sheen of countless hands and seasons. Layers of paint—cracked crimson over faded gold—mark not decay but a dense chronicle of contact. Each added coat inevitably creates another surface, and in this accumulation, something new takes form; the scent of old wood mingled with sweet varnish hints at stories held within the material itself. The horse’s history isn't simply *lost* beneath these layers, yet merges with them—a quiet testament to agency found in repeated touch, a subtle weight settling into stillness.