Cirrus@Austlit

'On a boating trip with seven year old Alice Liddell, Carroll gifted her with the fantastic story which would soon be indelibly associated with her name - a gift that would re-cast her as a pawn in the fantastic underworld of The Looking Glass. This glass is as much kaleidoscope as mirror, where space and time are refracted, splintering into chaos as rhyming flowers, roaring royals and reluctant foodstuffs wage war on sense and sensibility. While beneath it all stretches the long shadow of this mad world's creator, Master of Divinity, Lewis Carroll ... the writer and photographer - whose twinned passions he employed to freeze the object of his affection, where age and memory could not work their ways. Is this what Alice comes to discover in her looking glass: that her image, perhaps, was never her own?