One of the first/worst in a series of books I made.
It all had a life before this. The outsides were really old and from switzerland, the waste paper pages were given to me by a friend, which were street food envelope things from Sri Lanka, waste paper/ homework etc. I like thinking about how objects could soak everything up, about how they are recontextualised in unexpected ways. I will then post these books, cast them off. Was really wanting a place for my text work to go and thought after the last show that the gallery space almost felt too big for my work, like I want an intimate platform. Receiving post could become like installations. I’d almost like to build up a mailing list of strangers, maybe online through email.