As for the carnival in ‘Spring’ it is a riot of colour with a real sense of sound, such as I’ve rarely seen outside Paul Peart-Smith’s contribution to NELSON.
– Stephen on The River.
The River h/c (£15-99, Enchanted Lion Books) by Alessandro Sanna.
A river is in constant flux.
Its very nature and purpose is a journey.
A coalescence of rain fallen from the sky which absorbs still more as it goes, it is its own transport to the sea.
Even its height and its girth ebb and flow. In the sunnier seasons its source may dry up or it may yield itself prematurely to the skies, but that is where the water was heading, inexorably, even via fauna and flora.
This theme of continual migration runs right through the book, a silent sequence of watercolour landscapes structured as a cycle of seasons; I was mildly surprised to see even evaporation alluded to in its quiet, closing moments. But it couldn’t kick off with more of