A compass mosaic of shattered pieces, reassembled with intention and grace.
Laid into the stone floor like a secret map, the mosaic catches the light from all directions. Each shard, unique in shape and tone, leans into its neighbour, turning fracture into form. Viewers circle it slowly, drawn by the pull of its symmetry—like a compass guiding them home.
It’s not just art; it’s testimony. Hundreds of broken pieces—glass, ceramic, maybe even memory—brought together with care, not to conceal the cracks but to honour them. The result isn’t perfection but precision: a radial bloom of imperfection that points outward, like direction born from rupture.