BOOKS

From dusty old volumes, to the slight astringent smell of new books, there is an excitement to knowing that inside that bound spine is a world you have not imagined yet. There are characters you have not met, times and places you have never lived. Read the same book many years apart and you will find it changed.

Every childhood summer holiday began with an anticipated stack of books, and for a brief moment of my life I genuinely pictured dedicating my life to rummaging through Medieval texts forever.

Books can be treasured objects, and dogeared holiday trash. Notwithstanding all of this- I do just love the shapes and colours: semi-abstract without even trying.