By Fallen Breath
 
By Josephine Cardin
 
 
"That time of year thou mayst in me behold when yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang upon those boughs which shake against the cold, bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang." William Shakespeare

You may also like

Under A Dark Night Sky
2015
Sculptural Unrealities
2014
Fragile Things
2015
Never To Return
2014
Be Set Free
2014
Of Desolate Amber
2015
Portraits of People
2014
New Work
2017
Feels Like
2015
In The Deep
2014
Back to Top