Saturday, November 21, 2009


Today I went to Harrogate for what I thought was a knitting show, only to be pierced through the heart with a visceral reaction to one woman's art: so strongly was I affected, I found myself sobbing in the artist's arms, rendered inarticulate by the complex emotions her works inspired

If you ever get a chance, please, please see the sinister, moving beauty of Rozanne Hawksley's work for yourself