Moroccan Book of Hours
The work is a phenomenological journal, recording each day of February 2016. Arriving in Tetouan, struck by the beautiful Arabic script of the newspapers with news of the world that I could only surmise from photos, I moved within an impenetrable membrane, a sensation at the back side of words. I was in the infantile stage of language, inchoate sounds that moved through my ears and brain, simultaneous with sublime images of an ancient city. I recorded the Moroccan names of food I ate each day. The English text was cut through the newspaper of that day yet rendered backwards so they read right to left in sympathy with the Arabic script. I layered this with textile printing techniques, and a stitched line of the imagined path I walked through the medina each day.