The scrapbook
Everything in this studio comes from somewhere. Junk shops, old handwriting, a labrador with opinions, and far too much coffee before six.
press a picture and it straightens up for you
most ideas arrive on a walk
6am, before anyone needs anything
head of morale, pays himself in biscuits
£250 and I thought about it for three days
good design keeps working for seventy years
somebody else's collection, waiting
a stranger's tuesday, 1908. this became a museum
gold on dark green, still the best palette
turns out the hobby became the job
a red phone box. obviously i picked up
festival mode: lanyard, coffee, gold boots
on my way to say yes to something
same face when something won't work
the tidy version, for the about page
big hair, bigger ambition. nineties studio portrait
garden, sunshine, someone holding on tight
already pointing at what she wants
best wishes for your birthday, from 1911
always turn it over. the back is the good bit
the actual office, most evenings
second coffee, thinking it through
florals and a sunflower phone case, obviously
9pm, pyjamas, still building
ten years back. and yes, those tights
the archive. boxes of other people's letters
xmas 1893. someone gave this to someone
candles on, ideas allowed
thinking time counts as work
the walk where most of it gets solved
no map, still going
where it actually happens. laptop, archive, opinions
dimanche 24 juillet 1949. bien cher oncle...
always look up. milan, painted suns
someone drew this before it existed
tram number 5. still running, still perfect
lake, florals, no laptop
captain for the afternoon
her walk, my thinking
sunday. everyone horizontal
Also stuck to the page
none of it is a strategy, all of it ends up in the work