Salt in the Wound is a small concertina book with a short poem about truth and loss.
The sea metaphor suggests a loss of life as the final act at the end of a relationship.
I stretched a large sheet of thick paper on a board and using a brush, washed oil based printing ink and water based drawing ink over the surface. The oil and water repelled in areas, created an effect of the sea, waves and ocean depth.
Once dry, I cut the paper off the board and drizzled water based ink down from the top to create the back of the book.
The text was printed onto newsprint, then cut and glued to the folded book.
There are 6 copies of Salt in the Wound.
My thoughts, once reasoned,
Now flying, tossed on blown spume.
Undertow calling.
The ragged untruths,
Spilling over my edges.
Drawing me under.
Your silence completes.
Surrendering, drowning cuts
Like salt in the wound.
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