Residency October 2016
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Using landscape to shape handheld pebbles that tell the stories.
Inscribing meaning with clay.
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“Robin and I survey the grounds alone, together, before they open the gates”
"All the waters flowed from ancient times and on to futures unknown"
"Seed pods hang like Christmas baubles, sprinked with frost on winter-bare branches of the London Plane"
"All the souls of Mottisfont lived, learned, loved, grieved, sow, hope… "
With thanks to the staff and volunteers of the National Trust, Mottisfont, and to Test Valley Arts & SPUD Observatory
"All the waters flowed from ancient times and on to futures unknown"
"Seed pods hang like Christmas baubles, sprinked with frost on winter-bare branches of the London Plane"
"All the souls of Mottisfont lived, learned, loved, grieved, sow, hope… "
With thanks to the staff and volunteers of the National Trust, Mottisfont, and to Test Valley Arts & SPUD Observatory