A Willerby Story
A hunter under ice-age skies seeing in the swirling colour the swimming of reindeer and, being touched by the breath of poetry, inspired to carve a piece of horn into an artwork, fragile and beautiful, precious but transient. Or so he thought.
A hunter under ice-age skies seeing in the swirling colour the swimming of reindeer and, being touched by the breath of poetry, inspired to carve a piece of horn into an artwork, fragile and beautiful, precious but transient. Or so he thought.