The casket contains the things that are unforgettable, unforgettable for us but also unforgettable for those to whom we are going to give our treasures. Here, the past, the present and a future are condensed. Thus the casket is memory of what is immemorial.
(Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space)
These constructed images are sort of love letter to Newfoundland. I always bring home from my travels various mementos: stones, driftwood sticks, pieces of lichen, shells, bird eggshells (and regurgitated pellets in this case). They are my tactile memories, I love their textures, patterns and decaying beauty. Later, I can rummage through the box where I keep them and wonder. It is a way of keeping the world at home.
I have experimented with printing on alternative media, such as textured and thin watercolour paper and Japanese Seichosen Kozo paper.