Well. What can we say? After many months of graft, sleepless nights, frenzied thinking and even more frenzied making, Memories of Water is finally a real, tangible entity... We didn't dream it. It lives and breathes! (well, for us it does anyway). Initial responses have been very good, and it's selling fast (it's in a limited edition of 100, individually numbered copies - all lovingly signed by both of us - and goes for just £15 a copy... not bad for 130 pages of love, genius and madness). If you like what you see, feel free to drop us an email and we'll give you full details. For now, here's some pretty pictures (cue parental cooing from g&m as they watch their new-born take it's first tentative steps... Sad, but true).
P day has arrived and passed - and, last minute colour corrections and very nearly missing our post-traumatic-stress-holiday-flight aside - Memories of Water has gone to the publishers. Praise be. And, just to prove that we didn't just make it all up on the spur of the moment, here are some pics of the flat plan that guided us through those stormy book-making seas. It's served us well. In fact, we're thinking of getting it cast in bronze, dumping it in Ruskin Park and calling it public art. Yesno?