Listening to Birdsong (detail) ~ screen print & stitching on indigo dyed banana paper
It’s Spring and the birds are waking me up earlier and earlier each morning with their birdsong. As I listen I give thanks for where I live; this suburban setting abounds with birdlife in the paperbark forest behind and a park filled with gum trees next door.
When we lived in the Victorian high country, birdsong was a constant refrain, an orchestra of melodious sounds which woke the plants from their sleep and called us into the garden.
This week I’ve been writing my exegesis, an 8,000 word document about this project. The chapters have been divided into the process of making paper of which I’ve written in detail in this blog. Chop, Beat, Form, Pause and Birdsong. This latter chapter was a last minute addition, not technically about making the paper. Yet it was the surprise sound at…
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