Walk and Weave

Monday, 23 August 2010

Buttermere

Posted by Walking Weaver at 12:40
Labels: a sudden breeze swirls around and disappears as quickly as it arrived

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Walking Weaver
I am a textile artist. My inspiration is born of my love of the landscape. My work is driven by my concern about how I see humankind using the earth's resources with seemingly little regard for who comes next. We seem to have lost our sense of living with nature, of being part of it, we have lost our reverence for nature; we have become detached. The work is intended to make us more aware of our presence, it does not offer answers.
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Interesting Places

  • Alison Carthy
  • Along the Pennine Way
  • HOST open studio trail
  • Holmfirth Art Week
  • National Trust Marsden Moor
  • Peter Randall-Page
  • Platform Gallery
  • South Square Gallery
  • Yorkshire Sculpture Park