CARTOONS
‘The almost painful sense of exquisite placement, the putting of one stone upon another, the joining, the connecting, the closure of space, the sense of containment, the ancient heaviness of baked clay, the rhythm of toil, warm pride in my aching back — to mention just a few of the thoughts imputed to me.’
‘The almost painful sense of exquisite placement, the putting of one stone upon another, the joining, the connecting, the closure of space, the sense of containment, the ancient heaviness of baked clay, the rhythm of toil, warm pride in my aching back — to mention just a few of the thoughts imputed to me.’
