This is a suspended rhythm of porcelain—a constellation of curved, tubular forms made from Dehua white porcelain. Like crumpled gusts of air shaped by time, or nameless creatures adrift in a silent ether, they float in quiet dialogue with gravity and light. Their dense, cellular textures evoke the microscopic order of marine life—delicate yet deliberate, mapping a tension between chaos and control. In their stillness, they whisper to each other, dancing in an unseen current. They are meditations on form and formlessness, beginnings and endings—both fragments and wholes, both present and ephemeral. Gently, they stir our awareness of what it means to simply exist.