"A hole can itself have as much shape-meaning as a solid mass"I started off by looking for holes and photographing them and the book then became very photo-dependent. I should really try to wean myself off photos and make myself draw.
The cover has a grid of holes cut through it (boy, was that difficult to do) and then slide cases stuck over the top, each with something holey trapped inside it.
The first few pages consist of photos with all the spaces scalpelled out and interacting with each other.
But I've kind of ground to a halt with it. As with everything else recently. I've really lost my mojo, which makes me sad.
I do love this photo of leaves all bitten away by the little shiny green bugs that have infested them.
But it was when I was busy scalpelling away at all the holes that the realisation came to me that cutting out the holes wasn't enough. The process wasn't transforming the photo or making it into anything else. If anything, it was diminishing the effect of the holes. That's when the whole -- hole! -- thing ground to a halt.