Story

Since first I could hold a pen, I have loved writing. I have loved words and stories and books and prose. I collect dictionaries and poems and quill nibs and ink. For years I owned various typewriters with with wayward keys and stripey ribbons.
drinks coasters and cocktail napkins and whiskey menues and tillslips I filled with words and kept them in boxes which traveled with me unopened through various homes and countries for years and years.
10 years ago, I started to randomly dip into those boxes an use the words in my art.
In 2011 I took part in an exhibition with Francois Irvine and Hoffman Wentzel called Story. I had rolls of handmade paper 2m long which I had bought years before, and for the exhibition I wrote stories and prose with a quill pen onto the paper.
So few people write with ink and pen anymore, which saddens me, as it is such a beautiful, expressive, meditative art form.
The work I did for Story, has sparked the idea of a follow up body of work which I will start work on toward the end of this year.