Home to roost

Strange how things change, time passes on each minute becomes an hour, each hour a day. Before you know it your fifty three , with creaking knees and failing eyes. But marking the passage of time is better than the alternative. I am for sure greatful for all I have had and all that is still to come.

Yesterdays and today’s prints are both documenting things in the studio. Yesterdays on recycled tissue from a packaged I had delivered. And today’s on part of an old bed sheet .







Author: Norma Foulds

I am an artist and teacher. I live in the North West of England. I have taught in schools for 12 years , and now find paid employment making things and showing others how to explore their own creativity. I am happy to consider any ideas for collaborative work .

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