Zines

I love making zines! They are mostly collage with combinations of text, printed shapes on tracing paper and other imagery from magazines to pressed plants to bits and pieces my friends who are artists are throwing away. I have a few books that i've collected off the street (seems wrong somehow to cut up a new book, but this gives these weatherworn books a new purpose) from which I cut out words and phrases and then overlay these with image, colour and texture. I particularly love finding poems in the words down the margin of a page, it feels like a hidden gem, a poem with no author except chance working on the words of a writer.


Zine for lockdown

"Inhale the morning air,
inhale · the half-moon · slow turning
the earthen floor
underground darkness
the flowers · petals raised
asleep in the grassy shadows "

Zine for Eve

"promise never kept til now.

matter
material

awaken
sensitivity

throw a dazzling beam of light on to
man's most faltering steps."

Zine for Dawson

"the distinction between
dream and waking

jumping into a different realm"

Zine for Paul

"The flamboyance of a
contemporary
treasure-house of
nameless persons"

Reflections

"Existence
that runs
like everybody else
or shrinks inside me

quietly
rising and falling
come loose
in the middle of a vast sea.

left.
out at the garden under the moon.
the air of realism
for the first time"