This work serves two purposes. The work itself is a representation of a month in my life. But it is not really ‘a day in the life’ kind of scenario, this is rather specific. It tells of my time in hospital, the time when I suffered, was treated for and recovered from a sub-arachnoid haemorrhage. In approaching this subject I did not at any point want to make a piece providing any kind of obvious hint to the viewer as to what it was dealing with. So it is as simple and pared back as I was willing to let it be. In a sense I am trying to take what was 'touch and go', and make a piece that reflects more than any kind of trauma, fear or pain, but one of survival. Saying no matter how bad that time was that I am still here, that I have this chance to reflect on something that all odds said I would never have the chance to. The result is a book constructed of only paper off cuts, wool and staples.
This book works on both levels. It approaches the subject of death from a perspective that leans towards the positive. If the work is viewed by someone who does not know me or of my tale, they have an opportunity to view the piece without what happened to me 'attacking' them.

The paper was acquired from fellow printmakers, it is their off-cuts from paper cut to size, and the size of the off-cuts designated the size of the book itself. The wool was acquired from my mother; she knits and has a bag of wool that is not enough to make anything whole, but is just a bit too much to make anything. The staples come from a box that is been sitting under my house longer than the 15 years I have lived here. By choosing these materials I wished to give them a second life, also I wished to make an artwork that was not what you would expect from a printmaker, there is not a single print in it. By using wool I hoped to connect with a wider public, though it is imbued with heavy ideas, it still is wool, an everyday.