Babylon Cluster 7
Seven threads unspool, tier upon tier. A marble sphere rests midway, then the familiar descent into the twin-tipped vessel, light issuing from its base as meaning once issued from a pressed mark. Some hang aloft, some droop lower, recalling Babylonian asterists tracing destinies in the drift of constellations. In four duets of hand-crafted brass and marble, crafted to outstay their passing.





