Every remote worker still has a commute. It runs from the bed to the desk, takes about fourteen steps, and has never once been delayed. This is the work from home commute, finally celebrated the way it deserves.
The artwork borrows the language of a finished workout. One thick ring sits closed all the way round. Today's commute rides above it, a huge 14 fills the centre with steps set small beneath, and Goal crushed lands underneath in heavy condensed type. Two flat spot inks and one ring. There is no watch, no app and nothing borrowed from anyone's screen.
Light and easy, for the summer mornings when the whole trip happens barefoot.
It goes to the colleague who counts the walk to the kettle as cardio, the partner who logs on from the spare room down the hall, or the friend who insists working from home keeps them active. Most people buy the first one for themselves.
Fourteen steps. Personal best.
