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a book of letters

A small gallery of photos of the final version of one of my books of letters, made from photographs of Mynydd Llangyndeyrn and letters I had written to myself. They are hand printed, using cyanotype print processes and toned with green tea, and I am very pleased with the work.

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a video, a book of the mountain

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little books of the mountain

And a video, a reading of one of my little books of the mountain:

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evening desk, 3 scrolls

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concertina book, cyanotype prints

A trial or prototype for a concertina book, using images of my photos and letters.

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testing more layouts…

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Folding books

Testing concertina and pamphlet book forms today. I wanted to see how the different forms work for these paintings that I’m making. The scrolls are still the most direct, but these have nice rhythm. I pasted card covers on a few concertina books. It changes them so much to cover them, even open like this, turns them into something altogether different.

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Evening Desk

Testing lots of combinations today – ending the day half way through…

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more mountain scrolls

I’ve been working on drawings and paintings today.

These are a group of eight small scrolls I made in watercolour and mixed media, based on my walks at Mynydd Llangyndeyrn:

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mountain scrolls

Today some small experiments – making scroll forms from one of my prints.

By unrolling the taller one, you can read the writing: a paragraph from one of my letters to myself:

Yesterday you wrote about the strangeness, the unfamiliarity of the ordinary. This is a fundamental perception, that we don’t know reality until we go out of ourselves to meet it; we mustn’t assume or pretend knowledge. Reality is brutal, it has hard edges, and we want it tame or knowable, but this is a failure of courage. The roughness of rock, this is part of what the mountain is. These elemental conversations. The spin and orbit of the planet, the depth of time. The seen and the unseen, the ‘tidal conversation’ in us. There is no standing still.

[NB, the idea of ‘tidal conversation’ in us refers to David Whyte’s writing, and is from his wonderful book, ‘Consolations’ ]