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𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴,
𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘺

𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯. 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥
𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦
𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮

𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘪
𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘴
𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧
𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺

𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺
𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴,
𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴


𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰
𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵

𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦,
𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴


𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦
𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵
𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵

𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦
𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 - 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘸





𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨











Man As He Is (2020)

Miniature concertina fold book with Turkish map fold inserts made from tree rubbings.

Poem made from words and phrases found in a vintage book of English ballads.

4x4cm

Please contact for pricing.

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