Aether Quills

In the boundless expanse of the cosmos, the celestial peacock Orithis soars through the stars, gathering the secrets hidden in the fabric of the universe. As it travels through constellations and across the heavens, it collects the dreams, regrets and half-whispered wishes it encounters, storing each in its plumage that shimmers like nebulae in the night sky. Its feathers are not just decoration, but instruments: quills that write the ongoing story of the universe in a script made of light.

The Aether Quills are fragments of that myth, lifted from Orithis’s tail and suspended in our world. Each feather is a quill caught mid-sentence, a place where memory condenses into colour. The forms still echo peacock plumes, but they also recall the curve of ink on paper, a line that thickens and thins as a hand hesitates or commits. Their royal purples and radiant yellows suggest heraldry and ceremony – colours you might expect on a banner or in an illuminated manuscript – yet here they glow in the dark like a private archive.

Although the work consists of six feathers in total, mirroring in both directions, they are often shown in smaller constellations: as a pair of wings, a fan, or a loose cluster of floating feathers. Whatever the arrangement, they invite the viewer to stand within their span and imagine: if these are quills, whose story are they writing, and which of your own forgotten thoughts might already be inscribed in their light?