By Marina Rybak

Spring was born last week; its arrival was trumpeted by the snow flurries silently falling on the concrete sidewalks. The city, still clad in the melancholy of the urban grays appeared weary and naked to its bone. The change of the palette was long overdue and I was growing impatient, longing for “ la Primavera” true range and her healing “power of green”.
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Lace has informed my perspective for as long as I can remember. For me, it is an artistic and poetic expression. I see it in so many aspects of everyday life; the spokes of a bicycle wheel, the bare branches of a tree etched against a winter sky, an intricately woven wrought iron fence, lingering lines left on frozen ice from a skater’s blades, shadows flickering in candlelight across a … 


