Inspired by Lygia Clark’s movable sculptures, the snowdrop pushes upwards through the dark cold soil into the light.
Then being changed by the wind into different spear shapes before the flower drops its head and opens in the sun.
‘Touch a book. Hear the rattle of the paper, feel the weight of the binding and see colour running to every edge. Poetry and painting are rhythmically arranged in much the same way as lyrics are set to music. Making an artists book is like singing with the hands’.
Nancy Ruth Leavitt.