I had a long and lovely chat yesterday with my delightful new friend [tag]Sheila Rotner[/tag].

I’d heard of Sheila and knew I’d seen her work but I was dementedly tired and drawing a great big blank. She’s an elegant and articulate lady with a quick wit. After we talked for a bit I coaxed her to show me her work.

As we walked to her exhibit I was trying to recall her media, making guesses based on random impressions. She didn’t seem like one to have any truck with acrylics, but I couldn’t decide whether I was most expecting to walk into a room of bright seaside watercolours or deep and contemplative oils.

Imagine my delight when she showed me her [tag]sculpture[/tag]her cage full of bones.