In the magic hours of long spring nights, the moon communes with the dome of the sky, casting everything beneath her in an otherworldly light. Dew is the progeny of their connection – the only evidence of an entanglement that vanishes with the coming of dawn. Ersa – named for the goddess of dew – resembles netting kissed by dewdrops, with swathes of yarn meandering in and through a carefully composed web. Ethereal and wondrous, there is magic in the way the yarn appears to flicker in and out of being, echoing the slow retreat of water drops fading away with the rising sun.