I wanted my art to read as story, left to right. I borrowed language from Virginia Woolf—the mysterious gorgeous interlude inside To the Lighthouse, cut the fragments, changed a verb. My art as dust and breeze, as inhabited picture frames, as emptying and air.
Six 11 x 11 panels. Gelli print, cyanotype, stitching, collage.
Oh goodness, this is amazing. It’s my favourite book and your interpretation of it is so beautiful