"The world stops as you duck through the doorway into Kettle's Yard. The sense of calm holds you in its stillness. Slowly, the house reveals its treasures. Small-scale modernist paintings in humble wooden frames are hung around the spare, white walls. The organic curves of mid-century sculptures sit on mantelpieces beside the bones of a bird, light as air, or on low tables where the sun slants in." | |
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