Annabel Elgar

Thursday, 10 March 2016

“The skies of this usually temperate county are ferocious and black; sunlight scorches the land with equal menace; and bleak metaphors abound, such as the stumps of harshly pruned willow trees that thrive on the marshy Somerset Levels – like feeble white knuckled fists determined to punch through [Don] McCullin’s Stygian prints.” Jesse Alexander • Photomonitor