In 1977 Charles and Ray Eames made a nine-minute film that opens on a couple picnicking by the lake in Chicago.1 Every ten seconds the camera pulls back until the view is ten times wider: the park, the city, the planet, the galaxy.
Sarah’s work moves through scales too: a crochet stitch, a painted tile, a shelf a cat can walk along, a room, a café, a six-storey building, a courtyard in Lucknow.
So her portfolio is laid out like a drawing set.




















