‘Sculpture Island’ a sanctuary of creative isolation and obscurity. Gwilargo has now come to shore, the first winter light has been born to wax and wane on the moon and storm until the gathered sunlight of the first rafted spring. Gwilargo has moments of resolution and desire for her works harboured away from the open storm sea. Guided by memory she has seen the architectural dwellings of the ‘Gravity Terrain’ their strength and form is the beacon light now sculptural remember in sight and the first architectural poetics.
Taken from ‘Sculpture Island’ by Lynda Connolly
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