I have been a lover of books as long as I can remember. I grew up in a house bulging at the seams with books. I am also dyslexic so my relationship with books has at times been an awkward one. There is something so delightful about collecting ideas whether thoughts or marks and encasing them within a protective exterior. The process of making a book fulfils my love of multiples and repetition. There is an element of control in what I make and often a desire to keep something safe and personal away from harm. But making books is also very simply about touch, the feel of different papers and the joy of folding, cutting and collaging together something that makes me smile and my spine tingle.