Herman of Herm Island
I was at the Stamford Arts Festival in February and among the usual bookshelves, boxes and piles of books at the literary exhibition, a stand caught my eye. It was adorned with an enticing display of pebbles and shells, and caught the fingers of the little people who passed by. Stones, shells and pieces of seaweed were arranged in patterns that evoked games, games that one could invent or develop… Continue Reading