Sunday

More cutting and gluing and folding and thinking.


Folding pop-up houses, smaller and smaller...


Slightly panicking about up coming deadlines, clearly more hours need to be added to the day somehow. A pleat fold in the space time continuum perhaps...

containing...

I've been thinking about boxes for my grass book; the practicalities of containing and protecting it, how to reveal it, present it, take it from the box, suggest its possibilities...


It's hard to decide when there are so many options. Circular looks good but its hard to remove from the box; squashed up will full height walls is sturdy and safe but doesn't look exciting, curves and turns are interesting but the box making is complex (too complex, and fiddly looking too.) Maybe simple is best after all.

monday

Inside...

Outside...

thursday

I've been thinking a lot about grass recently; about the bare patch of earth prepared in my garden, waiting for spring and for grass seed, but already green with wild grass; its resilience and persistence.

I've been looking out for green shoots whilst wrapped up in my coat and scarf and boots, and thinking about laying back in my overgrown lawn, seed heads tickling...


Rustling is not quite the word to describe the feeling of laying back amongst the grass, and whisper is too soft for the sound it makes in my ears. It's been a while since I've had sunshine on my skin.


And I've been thinking about these pictures taken last summer, how it felt to lay there, and I've been cutting blade after blade of grass with my scalpel.