I made a small book called (W)HERE for March 2008. Each folding page contains a short writing and a little ink drawing. The last page ends with, 'Where next? Home?' Gaston Bachelard notes in his book The Poetics of Space that, '...all really inhabited space bears the essence of the notion of home' (p.5). How? I wonder. If this was true, one should not not have to suffer from the notion of homesickness. The words WHERE? and HERE? are stitched on multiple layers of thin muslin and photographed against the wet, cold November sky. Floating words that speak of nowhere in particular. The rain is getting stronger now. |