Pusha carefully supports a sieve of silvery white-tea buds. A dark travelling outfit, pale panel and soft leg wraps accompany his quiet work.
The story / Pusha
The character’s story
Silvery down, the bud on his crown and rosettes beside his eyes make him recognisable at work and at rest. Patient, observant, gentle in touch. By default he is in a state of calm waiting: he looks at the sky more often than at the tea, because it is not he who decides but the weather.



