VALDA BAILEY **lastv5.png (or is it?) Graphic design. Fonts. Colour. Margins. As a young teenager they held a strange fascination for me. On reflection, graphic design is a job that would have suited me well. However, as is so often the case, life took me down a different road and any fond ambitions I had of kerning words at midnight, moving logos three mm to the right then back again, or deciding which curly apostrophe was the right one for a Sunday remained a distant dream. The fork in my career path did not stop me
VALDA BAILEY What the Hands Know My studio is in boxes. On cold wax, kozo paper, the surface that pushes back, and the way the hand understands what the eye has yet to realise.