Turning the Page
“I almost felt my mind glow like hot iron – so Turning the Page complete & holy was the old habitual beauty Beyond the bookish Bloomsbury set, East Sussex inspires a modem cohort of artists and entrepreneurs of England... It feeds me, rests me, satisfies Words by OLIVIA SQUIRE me, as nothing else does.” Photos by LIZ SEABROOK VIRGINIA WOOLF ur lives of late have been circumscribed. Unlike Laing wrote about walking in Woolf’s footsteps along O Woolf and the Bloomsbury Group of writers, the banks of the River Ouse, following the breakdown of artists and intellectuals – who writer Dorothy Parker her own relationship. Today, a new generation of artists, quipped “lived in squares, painted in circles and loved winemakers, chefs, writers, gallerists and entrepreneurs in triangles” – our bubbles are not of our own choosing; have similarly abandoned the thrall of cities to embark they represent not freedom, but the opposite. upon an alternative lifestyle in Sussex’s bucolic villages and once-faded seaside towns. As we cross the threshold When lockdown began, I opted to remain at my flat in between an old and new world order, it feels appropriate London rather than flee to my parents’ coastal sanctuary to seek solace in the same landscape that inspired these in East Sussex. While I don’t regret a summer spent artists of the past, as well as delving into the modern rediscovering the small bounds of my existence, my scene of the creatives who now call it home. imagination was habitually haunted by the humpbacked outline of the South Downs, the shadows of clouds Down a rutted lane overrun with jaywalking pheasants gliding like spectres over their flanks.
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