This piece embodies the trace of an absent rocking chair. The suspended fabric preserves the gesture of movement, as if the air itself had been caught in a moment of rest. Within its layered folds, the echo of a body remains— the memory of what was once held, and what has already been released. Its form seems to breathe, holding both stillness and the desire to sway. It is a space of quiet—a place where matter remembers, and where emptiness, too, can hold.