As I am nearing the end of my #100dayproject things are starting to shift. Up until now my project has been restricted by firm rules: one print a day, every print made by printing local flora on the pages of a given book.

But now, with only 15 more days to go, stringency is faltering – as if the logic of things is giving in.

At day 85 layers are shifting, the book is no longer the supporting material for the print, but arbitrary words and fragments, let loose from the beforementioned text, now seem to try to construct an illogical story on top of the prints, disputing what’s already told…