I really enjoyed making this book because of the nature of the book - I suppose it was cathartic but at the same time I tired to make it something that the reader could perhaps identify with as well.
subtitled 'Brown paper People'
a) the prayer I had to recite as a child raised a roman catholic, many many many times............to the point that it became meaningless. And of course the fact that it refers to this most 'ideal' and wondrous of mothers. In the book I am addressing my biological mother and to an extent the woman who raised me, who of course, did the best she could.
b) Brown paper people, which is perhaps now a redundant term - refers to the way letters were put in plain brown paper envelopes where the contents were confidential - which was very much the approach to all matters concerning adoption in those days. I only became aware that I was an adopted child by accident by the proverbial route of rifling through an old biscuit tin full of papers at the back of my mothers wardrobe.
It’s a sarcastic sardonic denunciation that has the text in equal weight of importance to the imagery. The images were made in a state of flow and might be described as direct and instinctive. I chose to make the book using brown envelopes, the sort that are used for confidential information. It's about secrecy loss and rejection. Edition: unique Size: 15 x 15 x 10 cm ( 6 x 6 x 4 inches )
Materials: Inkjet brown paper and brown envelopes, papier mache, mohair, wool, hinges, wood, acid free pva and raffia, water color aquarelle crayons and gouache paint.