something about Barbara Hepworth’s sculptures moves me so deeply. I find it hard not to reach out and touch them, to run my hands over the soft waves of wood. I think it would be its own kind of meditation. It drives me mad that I’m not allowed to. Big dumb little white ropes.

something about Barbara Hepworth’s sculptures moves me so deeply. I find it hard not to reach out and touch them, to run my hands over the soft waves of wood. I think it would be its own kind of meditation. It drives me mad that I’m not allowed to. Big dumb little white ropes.

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