paper room

On the day of the Christchurch earthquake I drafted a blog post with three images of a white room with one uncluttered paper table standing in it. The room was intended as an experiment in scale and perspective for my second picto-poem, but looking at it again, after the dramatic events of the past week, I find it resonates with other ideas - silence, loss, and absence, but also the possibility of starting over and recovery.

Although today is the first of March, and one week after the earthquake, this post retains the date of the disaster and acts as my quiet tribute to all those whose lives have been affected, including my Mum, my brother Richard and his family, my friends Caroline and Graham and Katharina and Tony.