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Plaster Sand

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Plaster reinterprets the materiality of hand-worked plaster, transforming it into a design that blends craftsmanship and innovation.

Formats

160x320 cm (63”x127”)

162x324 cm (63¾”x 127½”)

Thickness
Finish
Border
6 mm (¼”)
Matte
Rectified
12 mm (½”)
Matte
Unrectified
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This time, the clown was closer to the camera. This time, one of the children waved — not at the party, but at them . Through the screen. And their mouth moved, silently forming a word over and over: Ogomo. Ogomo. Ogomo. By the third viewing, the front door of their apartment clicked open. No one was there. But the lights in the hallway flickered in 24 frames per second — the exact shutter speed of an old camcorder.

The tape hissed when they slid it into the player. Static bloomed like gray snow.

The children were smiling — frozen, wide-mouthed smiles that stretched too long. The candles on the cake flickered downward , wax dripping up toward the ceiling. A clown in the corner didn’t move for the first forty seconds, then turned its head 180 degrees without its body following.

The timestamp read: . But the furniture was from the 70s. The TV in the background showed a news anchor reporting on a war that hasn’t started yet.