Barbara Ryman: Statement
A dear friend was fond of declaiming “the macrocosm, the microcosm!” whilst dramatically gesturing towards the world in general. I think of her when my gaze is drawn to small things. The understated and fragile, textures at my fingertips, shadows and sighs, a tiny movement that says I am here. In these whisperings I am invited to the game of creation; the minute world and vastness in one.