The pandemic rages and then we find, my husband is caught in a health crisis. The paper pages I am making reflect the fragile condition of our days. The paper serves as a record of this period in my family’s history. One that will always be the bookmark between now and then, before and after — for him, and for us. A reminder of the days we spent together in a fog of dread and love.
This book contains imperfections reflecting these uncertain times.
Our lives remain unsettled.
This is an accordion fold book. It moves and undulates to its own rhythm, in it’s own time.. It is not bound or constrained by a rigid format. The form
can be elongated or shaped as the emotion of the moment dictates. It can be elegant or it can be playful.
The pages are hand made and hand dyed paper. The fiber is cotton.