These collages and trash poems by Nancy may be my favourite pieces from Nancy, of all time. Text as line, a breathtaking depth layered with ink and colour suggest the weather, the night and something malevolent in the forest. The uprights seem built, repurposed, sculptural. It is a world that makes one want to climb… and Nancy does with light what I ache to do.
Fabulous pieces may launch a second career in Suffolk! I am sure everyone will be reaching up to hold these haptic beauties at the show in Colchester in a few week's time and they'll be saying 'who is this Nancy Bell Scott?' Thank you enormously, Nancy! and I didn't even have to beg!
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