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Redstone Press presents a charming children’s book by Tatiana Glebova, a celebrated soviet book illustrator and painter. A friend to many of Russia’s best-known avant-garde artists, poets and writers, her book Where Am I? was completed in 1928 but never printed.
Published to coincide with the House of Illustration’s much anticipated show A New Childhood: picture books from Soviet Russia, the images are both startlingly original yet completely timeless.
The perfect gift for curious children and parents alike, these engaging images will brighten any playroom!
4 in stock
| Weight | 0.313 kg |
|---|---|
| Dimensions | 193 × 266 × 9 mm |
| ISBN | 9780992831653 |
| Cover | Hardback |
| Publication Year | 2016 |
| Publisher | Redstone Press |
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