Wednesday, 15 June 2011


The multiple split book that meets at the fold, the one fold many times repeated. Only in our heads can we imagine this whole by imagining the pages sliding into each other, meeting at the fold. A projection of light images fired into the same space allowing a sliding into but not mingling not merging, they still need their distinct pages but allow blanks to be filled by the fullness of pages. Still that hint whisper of the blank of the nothingness of the silence

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