It Was Morning and the New Sun Sparkled Gold Across the Ripples of the Golden Sea

145 GBP
IT WAS MORNING, AND THE NEW SUN SPARKLED GOLD ACROSS THE RIPPLES OF THE GOLDEN SEA But way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, Jonathan Livingston Seagull was practising. A hundred feet in the sky he lowered his webbed feet, lifted his beak, and strained to hold a painful hard twisting curve through his wings. The curve meant that he would fly slowly, and now he slowed until the wind was a whisper in his face, until the ocean stood still beneath him. Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull. One in a series of pieces inspired by the book. This piece is made with a mixture of wet and needle felting, British wool in natural and hand dyed colours. Framed 30cm x 25cm