Weaver

Weaver
Lobna Awidat

2026, Plaster, latex, clay and metal

It pressed into my body, or maybe my body pressed into it. The chair beneath me stopped feeling separate. It began to carry me, shape me, absorb me. This sculpture focuses on that quiet merging, where attention drifts and the body becomes passive. Over time, the boundary between the body and the chair becomes less clear. The chair is no longer just something you sit on; it begins to shape how you exist in that moment.