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Premium Members Anton SmitAnton Smit: Kindred Forms of Resonance Written by: Kathleen Thomas "Late yestreen I saw the new moone lie, Wi the auld moone in hir arme…” he bellows low with a feigned Scottish accent, tool in hand and a twinkle in his eye. Spoken verse, the echoes of emotive lyrics and the rasping of sculptures in progress are customary sounds emitted from the studio. Larger than life, Anton Smit is the embodiment of poetry, a apt term for this sculptor, derived from the Greek for “making.” A self-taught a...[more] |
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