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[[File:CobbledcursedPR003-9890.jpg|400px|left]][[File: | <span style="font-family:courier new, courier, monospace; color:rgb(184,0,0); font-size:100%;"> COBBLED AND CURSED | ||
[[File:CobbledcursedPR017.jpg|400px|left]][[File: | <span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> is an independently published artist book composed of free verse poetry and black and white photography. | ||
<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> I've started from the notion of a text as a piece of architecture. A building with a heart and spine that can be entered from any point. What I erected between its walls is the creaky attic of a brain. Stored among the furniture dusting itself up: distorted images, disjointed tales spun from dreams, desire, dread and disillusionment. | |||
<span style="font-family:courier; color:rgb(183,183,183); font-size:90%;">[80 x 200 mm], 88 pages, hand bound, black and white inkjet printing, 2020 | |||
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Latest revision as of 13:22, 12 February 2021
COBBLED AND CURSED is an independently published artist book composed of free verse poetry and black and white photography.
I've started from the notion of a text as a piece of architecture. A building with a heart and spine that can be entered from any point. What I erected between its walls is the creaky attic of a brain. Stored among the furniture dusting itself up: distorted images, disjointed tales spun from dreams, desire, dread and disillusionment.
[80 x 200 mm], 88 pages, hand bound, black and white inkjet printing, 2020
