In my studio last night I began to take apart old books. One was a bible with a clasp from 1897. I think it is in Norwegian. I like to think about the life of the book. Who was the owner? (A man I think. With a long white beard and wire framed glasses.) I can see him holding the bible on his way to church on Sunday mornings. His hands are old and harsh from working the farm. He clutches the bible - the only book he owns.
This is how I begin my artwork - if I can see the story of an object, it then begins to evolve into a framework for a new piece.