Our darkest rooms

I found that in our darkest rooms, there were things which had been left for a long, long time. They became mountains which we were afraid to move for what might lie beneath them. They became forgotten. They became places which we needed hands to hold to enter into, and we could not reach each other. Image

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About Sian Torrington

A visual artist working in drawing and sculpture, making things, experimenting, writing about it, interpreting the environment as perceived through line and assemblage.
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