{My Mum's copy of Alice in Wonderland purchased a few years ago now.}
Alice went down a rabbit hole, and Cilla, in own tale of magical adventure, it seems, went down one too but passed up the half-tragic part. She landed not in land topsy-turvy but in an apartment every inch suited to her needs. Recently, I was able to pay her a call, and Louise took these two photos of her upon my shoulder.
Her paws on her oars are dipped in perpetual golden afternoon, there is no doubt.
{Cilla, so nice to have known you.}
(My own copy of Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is one that features thirteen colourplate illustrations by Arthur Rackham.)
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Monday, 27 September 2010
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Traveller dear,
Louise and I make artists’ books, we make all sorts of things, and most usually we make things on paper. Collaboration comes naturally to us both; it is an enjoyable and wholly inspiring process that yields treasure not possible without the other. Working side-by-side, as we do from our home-based studio in Melbourne, Australia, it is a pattern we are familiar with; a path we are delighted to tread, seeing what new scenario evolves. Collaboration throws up the unexpected, and what is not to like about that?
With paper sufficient to cover the moon and sincerely yours,
Gracia Haby
