I usually balk at the idea of public art spaces. So, it came as a dramatic and very welcome shock to wander out into a West Lothian woodland and suddenly come into contact with these wonderful casts by Laura Ford.
Five of these figures stand in relative isolation in a corner of the woods. In contrast to the efforts made by other artists to patronizingly suggest means by which our contact with the space and with nature might be better tuned, Laura Ford unashamedly sensed the uneasy melancholy of this corner of the *deep, dark woods* and boldly dropped a narrative right into the mulch.
Transpires that Laura was at Chelsea School of Art the year before I turned up there, which gives me all the more reason to enthuse.