GRASS The meadow grass moves gently in the wind, arches toward the rising sun and bids the newly awaken ladybug a sweeping place to rest. The touch is soft against our feet as we move along the path towards the lake and the scent of summer is lingering over dawn. In Grass we give shape to the flourishing power and energy of the grass. The light reflects brightly on the polished surface and is then delicately absorbed by the other, velvety soft, side. The graceful shape creates a timeless movement.