Black book (2017)

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion that if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered again. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Absence is where I begin this project. Since the recent death of my father, I have had no choice but to acknowledge that I most often experience the world through a lens of emotion; emotions that I have no words for. In the story “The Anthropology of Water”, Anne Carson writes about a daughter’s relationship to her father by using the metaphor of a pilgrim’s relationship to the saint. The pilgrimage is described by love being the mystery inside the walking. The process of making a book is like a pilgrimage for me. It is a space for contemplation, and I accept that love is the mystery inside this walking.