Skip to main content

Thresholds

By  Gill Hobson 2012
Between reality and imagination, waking and dream, My body enveloped by architecture, warmed by late afternoon light. Rest, beckoning sleep, A quiet room, a trusted place where dreams can happen, will happen. Glimpsed images re-assembled, passing time told through light, Soft, soft focus. Reverie. Here, at the threshold, worlds collide.

Gillian Hobson

Gillian Hobson

Gillian Hobson

Gillian Hobson

prettier-ignore-start Ry6l8ncfpuy6gm9bhvtbig prettier-ignore-end Gill Hobson

Lightstain No.3

Chasing Light Series: Goldilocks Light

The Blue Room

Become a member

We support our members with: insurance, networks, space, opportunities, R&D awards, profiling, advice and mentoring.
Become a member