Description
Thwock. The last rally of August ends with a ball skidding into the far corner, and Élodie laughs so hard she has to sit down on the bench by the baseline. Her towel lands half over her racquet, the ball rolls to rest against the strings, and for one long minute nobody at the little club in Arcachon says a word about the score. Somewhere a radio plays, and the evening smells of cut grass and sunscreen.
That is the moment this sculpted trio seems to hold: not the trophy, not the scoreboard, but the lovely untidy heap a player leaves behind after a match well played. Picture it on the desk of a coach who has spent thirty summers shouting encouragement from the fence, or on the windowsill of a teenager who has just made the school team. It suits a doubles partner, a club champion, or the grandparent who still plays every Saturday morning at eight and refuses to discuss retirement.
About this piece
- A tennis racquet, ball and towel arranged together as one sculpted scene
- Crisp modelling picks out the strings, the round ball and the soft folds of cloth
- Made by Rochard
- Racquet, ball and towel brushed by hand in Limoges, France
- A natural choice for players, coaches and devoted fans of the game
Give it after a tournament, win or lose; it celebrates the love of the game rather than the result. Display it among old club photographs or beside a well-loved can of balls in a sunny den.
