For some time I have tried to perfect the technique of spinning paper. Found poems are cut into paper threads and hand spun with fleece to give some elasticity.
The result is a tiny ball of yarn,
the length of the poem. Something surprisingly tactile and comforting to hold in the hand.
Betoken, a collection of love poems, spun with natural coloured fleece and mounted on a vintage print.
In a tiny handfolded boat (a page from The Borrowers Afloat) sails the poem Seahorse.
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