The Weavers House

The nights were blue-black,  punctuated by the two tone horn of the train passing down below the house and sometimes owlish shrieking. Were you to leave the house at night and go walking in wetter weather, moonlight would bounce up from the tarmac into ghoulish apparitions mere metres away and carry on rising to greet you every several steps. I’m certain the night is a menace to all children, though latterly it was the long straight interior corridor connecting the front and back of the house that caused me the most concern.

- Maisie Ida Pearson

The Weaver’s House is a group exhibition bringing together artists from Canada, the UK and France.  The artists invited to participate create works that are a product of a relationship between a side of the mind that is conscious and  one that lies in muddied waters.  There is a sensitivity to the natural world,…