Swallow is a book about a dream world where birds and people mingle and merge. Initially it was eight metres long, folded into sections that required a huge sweep of the arms in order to turn the pages. I’ve remade the book in an accordion format , taking the images down to six metres, and using hand-applied gold leaf for the title. It now measures a very compact 22 x 25 cm. The word Swallow means to swallow as well as the swallow a bird, and I like to play on this double meaning. The phrases Swallow Span, swallow me up, and the Swallow’s dream are the only text in the book, which can be read in a circular fashion so that there is no real beginning or end.


It is a coincidence that my mum’s Chinese name is Swallow.