A girl. Born in a cottage on the edge of a large forest. When small she went searching for the brown, velvety stag that hid amongst the bracken, horse chestnuts popping from their spiky coats into woolly mittened hands. Tadpoles drafted into jam jars, confused but safe, eventually returned to the murky dredge. Bedspreads of indigo disguising doorways to unknown lands…
I look to the landscape as an escape from the everyday. Referencing its history through stories and fairytales, in search of the utopian ideal, attempting to reconstruct a memory fragmented by time into a place of curiosity and wonderment. An in-between space hidden in dreams.
copyright 2018 abigail lipski
image: Dodohead 2015