A Pop-up Book

A few weeks ago I had the idea of making a pop-up book, something I had never tried; but with all the stress and chaos in the world it really seemed like the right time to throw myself into something new. And it was fun, and exciting and it went through a lot of drafts, and still didn't end up quite as I imagined.

Page 1, getting closer to the final template. © 2017

Final layout [which changed at the last moment.] © 2017

Final Build, © 2017

Catching the light on an early build of the book. ©2017

Late afternoon sun on the final book form.  © 2017

Playing with Paper

I love paper, its texture, its grain, its aliveness. Some I love because of its body; some its lack of body, its transparency. And some times I just need to play with paper, exploring its physicality, how it folds, or drapes itself; how the light plays with it. Yesterday was that kind of day.

Paper, slight curve

Paper, hard folds

Paper, more hard folds

Paper Love

I am taking a holiday and will be back next week-end. As Fiona would say "Go well" and see you next week.

Watching Light

Spent most of yesterday afternoon reading murder mysteries on the sofa, occasionally looking up at the light on the wall. And at the shadows, and at the angles of the shadows, and at the patterns they created.
And dreaming.

Light on the wall and an old deacon's bench

Repeating Patterns

It's strange the hold over one, the patterns of your childhood have. I notice that before Easter my work often becomes darker and darker, in mood, tonality and color. Although I subscribe to no religion my response to the church's year is deeply embedded. Working with these images last night I kept seeing reflections of the crucifixion that made me look at some of my earlier work. And while I know my work is often concerned with light and shadow in all its manifestations, this particular pattern still surprises me.

Backbone of Light

Becoming the tree, 2005