A thing I’ve been experimenting with is turning remaindered practice paintings into little books … seeing if judicious ‘analogue’ cutting and pasting can transform random images.
There was a left to right movement in this scrap … the two pages bound by ribbon had to stay loose from one another (ie not glued) or the whole booklet would’ve buckled.
Where are we? Help! I’m sliding … Uh oh where are we? Some kind of underworld?
is that a golden gate I see in the distance?. Maybe we can get there crawling …Turn the corner, quick …
In and out of the trees, I don’t feel safe in amongst all the vegetation. What’s all that gold doing to us?
Told you we changed. Let’s go already, it’s the wide blue yonder.
Guess we didn’t all get wings.
Rita de Heer 