Autumn is a quote from a novel of the same name about the “junk shop of the mind” which appealed to me when I read the book maybe 5 years ago. It’s been lurking in my notebook app (Joplin now, then Evernote), waiting for the appropriate book to turn up.
I have moved recently towards handwriting in my artists books, simply because I began to realise that few people actually write by hand any more, so while every part of me thinks it’s not “good enough”, i am consciously using my own handwriting.
I don’t think this is my finest work but it has a few interesting features:
- the interiors of old, unused envelopes Avril gave me – I thought this would give a kind of frame for the words, but then i put the words in at an angle, and over time they got thicker, so they are there, but not so much
- the “usual” pattern tissue paper
Maybe one day I’ll do it again / over-glue it, but for now here it is.
