On a quiet wall in inner Shanghai, we came across a market scene that unfolds almost like a page from a children’s book. Women sit behind baskets of greens, eggs gather in soft white clusters, a butcher works in the background, while a mother shifts the weight of her child beneath a striped parasol.

Everything is gentle. Nothing is rushed. But what caught our eye was the crate of chicks at the centre, glowing in impossible yellow, small, fragile and entirely alive. They somehow tilt the scene from commerce to care. Rather than shouting from the wall, the image settles into it, soft, composed and full of quiet rhythm. It is one of those images we love to find: something easily passed by, yet full of gestures, hands and the silent choreography of everyday life.

When translated into textiles, the little market scene takes on another life. The yellows, greens and softly drawn lines travel across the fabric, while those tiny chicks remain impossible to miss. A quiet moment we found on a wall in Shanghai, now moving through the world in a different form.