I knew it made no sense in the shop. But when one is wandering the aisles of a vintage Japanese textile and furniture warehouse and discovers a giant ball there is an irresistible pull. Isn’t there?
Or is it just me.
It is large – has about a 25cm diameter, is made of a flat cord and I have no idea what is at the centre.
There could be a giant rhinoceros beetle. A polystyrene ball. More of the same.
The shape is so appealing to me – round and coiled with wanton loops falling that need to be continually rewound. It refuses to be neatly contained. I like that.
It sits on the shelf in my studio – and has for some months now – just making me happy by being there. It emanates something peaceful and promising and speaks of possibilities and lifetime ownership. I want to enclose it in a bell jar, which I know is nutty…
But it’s beautiful.