College poetry, of places I have been with my family. When I was younger my mother used to take lots of photos of gardens, recently she decided to throw some away and gave them to me, I wanted to make a collective experience from the images. As I was cutting up the images I felt strange, like I was breaking up memories. The poetry in the last images, was made from chance processes, I collected lot of word cuttings and placed them in a jar, I then drew out a number of random words, and placed them in some sort of order. I feel these images were successful but could be developed further. I could do this by sizing up the images, using different mark making tools to create a sense of texture.
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