My father died at the beginning of this month - losing his dignity to motor neurone disease and so in many ways, his passing was the kindest thing. His death coincided with the second of the collaborative works Fiona and I have been working on and not surprisingly, this heartbreak translated into a book dedicated to my father.
There is so much layering in the book, which stands upright in four separate though joined sections representing the four in our family. Separate though connected. The books is a mix of hard and soft which is how I think of my father, but even the hard aluminium and the mica seemed to turn warm and tender in the making of this book. There are messages to him, embossings of his initials and mine and the birds he so loved. But he loved the ocean best - and this I have represented on the front of each section with threadlines forming the ebb and flow of the tide.
I won't say any more about this book as I think the images speak louder than any of my words ...
