The Bog is Soft

This book stemmed from a practice where I was exploring Aughavohil, a raised mountain bog, several times a week over the course of two winters. I would clamber up the hill each morning before dawn and take photographs of the bog in the dark. The journey spiraled out from the village in which I live to the bog in the hills above. I was uncertain as to the meaning of them and the practice itself until I started writing. The writing of the longform poem was a surprise to me, it came unexpectedly one day, and turned out to weave the various threads of what lay behind my quest into something resembling a whole despite all the fragments.

I made it as a limited edition folio, 6 in all, making a series of folded pages held in a cross-shaped card cover as shown below. I printed on a double-sided matt stock, liking the tactile nature of the experience, the audible shuffle, the feel in your hands, the physical encounter with the work.