On July 2014, on our summer holidays in Tuscany, one of the books that I read was “The Hare With Amber Eyes: A Hidden Inheritance” by Edmund de Waal. My wife Sian also read it. We both agreed that it was rather special. Indeed it was my favourite read of that summer.
I find that I can identify with de Waal’s obsession with objects and passing time. Such obsession comes across in his work with wonderful feel: a synaesthesia of the senses with a sparing and beautifully poetic way of expression.
The following “line” of images is a brief something of what struck my senses from de Waal’s latest book “The White Road“.