Into the Woods: memories and magic

I have a thing for book sculptures.  I love the woods.  I bow down to the seasons. I watch in wonder as my children run arms outstretched towards their future, leaving images of their former selves distinct in my memory, … Continue reading

A mystery in print

I have a magical story, a series of wonderful book sculptures have been quietly left with apt and erudite notes  in Edinburgh institutions which encourage and promote literature and culture.  They are delightful. Each work is a loving crafted masterpiece, … Continue reading