Brooks grew up in a house full of stories,
about a large fish that swallowed a man, and a baby found in a basket.
The entwining of complex frailties that we feel every minute of everyday.
The exchange of tale and hidden truth lying beneath the written word and physical presence of letters sent blindly upon their own trajectory, like a message in a bottle or a paper boat on a stream.
Boon grew up part feral, scavenging field hedge and ditch for the treasure of a cluster of ruby berries or the scent of a dog rose. Running through cemetery and fields, the urban backdrop of power station and high-rise forgotten. The fragile empty ribcage of a blackbird, stark against the mound of feathers, examined with a stick and finger haunts the memory, as Boon searches for a darker truth of mortality.
The need to explore unspoken narrative and visual story-telling has brought Brooks and Boon together with a desire to experience intimacy and sharing in the exchange of letters, with it’s complex unfolding of unspoken language.
The first letters were sent to each other in November 2007.
Before then Brooks and Boon had talked, skirted around in polite conversation, when they occasionally met and exhibited together.
Both would admit that they knew relatively little of each other as they embarked upon the collaboration…
Boon, 2008
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