This thick abstract graphic novel is rife with radical positions. A brutal use of silk-screening techniques, the mesh of the fabric is opened with a water blaster and closed with wood filler. The image is created during the printing process. Once printed, the original is destroyed, meaning the only thing that remains from the process is the book itself.
The story is fragmented, saturated, broken up in a succession of chaotic forms. There is evidently no desire to ‘tell a story’. Nevertheless the structure of the classic composition of a story appears at the end of the book, as the position at the end of the book mirrors the original position, like some sort of chromatic resurgence of the first copybook.