Ros Rixon studied her final degree year at the University of the West of England (2006).

A sculptor and who presently is working with books, text and paper, challenging the power of the word. Her work is driven by concept. She often feels that creativity is challenged, eroded or destroyed by the power, the weight and overuse of ambiguous language. Her response is to erase the text, letter-by-letter, word-by-word, until the word becomes the art. The sculputural books began life as a light-hearted response to the shelves and shelves of forgotten art books in secondhand bookshops, informing us 'how to be artists'.

Weary of those who come with words,
Words but no language.
I make my way to the snow-covered island,
The untamed has no words,
The unwritten pages spread out on every side.
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.
Language but no words.
Thomas Transtromer