I love these small prints that are mounted on board. I made them whilst playing about with some of my feather collection. I love how they change shape when they encounter more ink. Some start taking on a moving life of their own and others becoming rigid and don’t move at all. I also love how they aren’t the first thing you see when you look at these images. The feathers seem to come through as an after thought. A gentle nudge of something that has gone before. When you spot them you can’t remember not seeing them. They are an angels kiss, barely there, but leaving you with a warm glow of knowledge.
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