Twenty-eight rings of untreated brass hang one below the other, and the shape they make never quite settles. From across the room the form seems to be spreading outward, wave after wave; stand beneath it and the light gathers into one warm, bright centre. Direct and unhurried, it suits a long table, a stairwell, a corner that was always too dark.

Made by hand, ring by ring

We shape and finish each ring in our own workshop, then leave the brass bare so it ages with the room rather than against it. Transparent covers, held by small brass clips, carry the twenty-eight LED boards at 2700K, and the driver dims — a full ripple can be slowed to a glow. Everything hangs from a white base, quiet against the ceiling.

The circle keeps returning in our work. Perhaps because it has no end.