and the world of mogwaii
Hold onto your chair and take a deep breath, for the moment has finaly arrived for a Mogwaii shade without beast, bird or bloom. It feels almost meditative to attend to the washes of sky and the linear blades stitched around the base without beady eye or beak. I’ve always enjoyed zen simplicity, Wabi Sabi…
Read MoreI spent a good chunk of last night panicking about yesterday’s blog post – about exploring the form and colour of a harebell. I mean WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME! Where is my inner anarchist, where is the wild, gregarious abstractor, the foot thumper, the twister and turner of ideas. Obviously nowhere to be seen…
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sarah campbell 