Book of I Love You
In 1999, I made a book, which I called Things I have never told you. All the pages say the same repeated words, I love you, performed by a typewriter that I moved as it did its job. In this version, I could not address my mother directly; I could not say what I needed to tell her directly; I could not articulate what the work brought forth. Each of the pages of the book is distinct, as if each had its own tone. Some are torn, others muddled or darkened, one whispers and, often, there is a gap where something that was there has been removed.
In 2000, I made a wall drawing based on the book in an old hospital in Wimbledon.