The sketch journal of a journey to Japan, Mongolia and China grew into a set of monotypes which in turn have become a book. The prints are on a thin, crunchy paper and have a quality all their own, but how does one deal with 16 prints which all lined up were going to take up about seven meters – quite a scroll, and one which seemed to require more glue than anything. So a book seemed to be a good solution.
The images are in order and each has words referring to it. Words which are not a caption but are distilled from the feeling and experience of the journey.
An empty house, through dark panes, the agony of desertion.
From the sketchbook; the journey, a flat and a cat in Beijing