Bits

every damn bit

When there’s only a little bit of time, the art gets made in little bits.

shatter the bliss

These small pieces of handmade paper all started out as larger pieces, 8 x 10 and 6 x 9. I remember the day I made them, wandering around the unfamiliar back yard of a house I’d just moved into, looking for bits of leaf and grass and flower petals to incorporate.

the void is there all the time

I love fine quality paper, the kind that’s sold by weight, 140 pound cold pressed sheets,  smooth bristol and toothy vellum. This paper is nothing like those.

This paper is rough. It’s primitive. It was made from ink-stained paper towels and recycled junk mail, by unskilled hands in a dish tub on a table out back on a summer afternoon.

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