A small insight into the book that we produced – words and images are the product of conversations between Nichola and I, with print and layout designed by Aaron.
the intimate, the voodoo of negative space, the handbuilt work that describes the veil between us.
can I smoke on you
can I open you
can I shut you down
flip you over
put you away
Perhaps we are enamoured with texture because we see the big world with the small. When I walk through paradise I fall into the surfaces of the plants and rocks, entrance ways.
Texture reminds me of time passing, marks made by growth, decay or movement. It makes me want to get closer to things, to touch and understand them.
I often judge objects by the feeling of them in my hands
the detail under my fingertips
the surface, shape, weight
the warmth or coolness
I am looking for something I can’t quite understand by sight alone.
I imagine the hands that made the object – were they hands like my own? Did they strike you violently to praise you from the earth, or hack you away from your torso? What parts of you were lost, wasted as pieces or turned into dust? Some impulse willed you into existence. Even whole, you are a piece of something larger than yourself.’
Image (detail) and excerpt: Debbie Adamson and Nichola Shanley, with Aaron Beehre. Proof that we exist. Limited edition, Illam Press. 2016