Black Line work.

Over the weekend I managed to get the graphics applied to the outside of the book.

Passages of the book are dark, silent screams and emptiness.

The graphics are derived from my personal collection of photos gleaned from junk shops and the like. I have no idea who the people are in the curling snap shots. I make their life, their past and futures. The contrast between the spontaneous reds and blacks and the graphics only serves to accentuate the solitary nature of the images


Black line work, steady hand, dwell, pressure and temperature all coming together.