Lines were collected on random papers, donated by students intrigued by their strange art teacher's activity. Without planning it produced a selection of books in colours that could be grouped together.

These books feel crude but necessary. The vulgarity of the bright colours and the primitive lines mirror the naivety of the children that created them. They are not what I am looking for in this project. To present the tangible line of time, the sophistication of something os beyond control need control and clarity. A cleanliness that does not discriminate the viewer. The colours will turn some people off, close them down to the viewing of the work. It certainly repulses me.