The work presents itself as a domestic totem: two rods support a disc of fused glass, irregular and organic. 
The rods seem to yield slightly, as if their lean were dictated by weight, by gravity, by the weariness of holding up. Like someone who has been waiting for too long.
Liminal reflects on the existential condition of waiting, understood as a form of attention. To wait is to make oneself available, to empty oneself in order to receive what has not yet happened. There is a quiet strength in the threshold, in that suspended time when one is no longer what one was, and not yet what one will become.