Unique artist book with three sections (two accordions and one scrolled accordion) housed in and attached to a small rotary cheese grater
8” x 4” x 6” closed; grater with attached books opens to approximately 24"; separate scrolled accordion is 2"x 14" open
In Life Unspooled, the housing–a rotary grater– dictated the form of the book and provided the impetus for the narrative.
My eldest sister’s complex and rich life ended with a short decrescendo into illness and hospice. During this end time I went to Paris where she was living to help care for her briefly and bring her back to the USA. It was during this two week period that the broken grater appeared as a harbinger and later became the vehicle for this story.
Life Unspooled is in three sections, each fitting into a different part of the grater. Upon opening the arm of the grater, an accordion section unfolds, showing images of the eclipse as projected through a colander, echoing the pattern of holes on the grater drum and setting the mood for the reflective nature of the book. This section is punctuated by a drop of glaze from my sister’s kiln. Inside the grater well is another accordion book which is sewn to the grater drum. Pulling it open, one sees a series of portraits of my sister throughout her life, her gaze looking forward and back at herself as a baby, as a beautiful young woman, in middle age, and in her last years. Inside the drum, curled tightly in an aluminum coil, is another accordion section with the story of the grater. All three accordion sections are affixed to fraying scraps of black silk.
Text:
Life Unspooled
She called and said we should come.
We were on a plane three days later.
We made her breakfast, always the same:
one egg sunny side up,
a scone with jam, tea,
each day later and later
until her breakfast was our lunchtime
We filled and refilled the hot water bottle
so she could press it against the dull pain.
We made dinner a few times.
The rotary cheese grater wouldn’t work.
It was bent and off its rails.
Into the recycling bin it went.
It stayed there for several days,
this functional thing turned nonfunctional.
It disappeared on garbage day;
I made reluctant peace with its absence.
Later, Alain appeared with the grater in his hands
and said,
I thought you might want this…