Another book about family – a bit messy perhaps, in that there are a lot of things all thrown in together, but still. Again, it’s a moveable book, and this series of photographs is an attempt to show how it moves.
The imagery is variously taken from my family tree and handwriting from my parents and grandparents, with hand drawn and painted images of feathers and nests. The blocks are hard-edged and regular, folding on themselves with paper hinges, opening and closing to hide and reveal softer cursive lines. Blocks have echoes of bricks and buildings; nests are altogether softer propositions yet all are fragile and temporary. Death takes it all away eventually until what’s left is a feather or a name on a family tree. So the book is about permanence and impermanence, family, inheritance, memory.