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                    the call of the curlew

                    is my call,

                    the tremble of

                    the harebell

                    is my tremble in

                    life, the blue mist

                    of lonely fells

                    is my mystery

                    and the silver gleam

                   when the sun does come out

                    is my pathway


                    Jonathan Ward

                    From Bankshead  1923

                                after Winifred Nicholson:

                                a found poem

I grew up in Northumberland. Influenced by its weathered places: hills, seas or rivers, my sculptural vessels are made in response to the eroding landscape and its history.

Fern Vessel
Tree Vessel
2-Willowlace vessel - Kate Vogler and Beth Walsh.jpg
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