‘Holly Lerski – come sit down’.
Talking of arresting, there’s something about the floral intimacy attaching to this shyly inviting love note from Holly Lerski that harks to echoes of Judie Tzuke. Pulled from her imminent ‘the wooden house’ set, ‘come sit down’ is caressed in birdsong and the softening sigh of honeyed rustics beneath which there lies a fragile vulnerable whose delicately dinked warmth and yearning expressiveness hints ever so subtly to the creaking artistry of a youthful Nancy Wallace.
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