Under the Scotswood Bridge, we cast a little yellow bucket over the railings. Phyllis’ photograph has been colourised with ‘July Morning Black’ ink I made from a handful of mahonia berries picked on a day a storm never quite arrived. They were combined with the splash of rust water we managed to scoop from the river.
There was only a small amount of ink and I used it all in the process of ‘feeding’ the pools of liquid as they were absorbed and moved around the paper, staining the river, seeping into the skin.
to be two 