Shakespeare Sonnet Artist Book Re-claimed wool yarn hand knitted & felted, original watercolour on handmade paper, text. I love the visual language of repeating text over & over allowing it to form its own rhythm whilst becoming abstract in meaning. Shakespeare Sonnet From you I have been absent in the spring When proud-pied April, dressed all in his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in everything The heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him, Yet not the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour or in hue Could make me any summer’s story tell Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed winter still, and, you away,
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