I treasure the ability, in the field of architecture, to run my fingers over three dimensionality-the splintering of wooden edges, the warm, earthy ridges of plaster, the smooth cold of marble.
There is no such tactile easiness in the world of the printed matter, and thus, a drumming need to reconcile a fundamentally two-dimensional entity such as a drawing, with the endearing textural qualities of physical construction.
So I am sending myself on a continuous mission to look for the right building blocks from which to build my printed structure from-be it paper, board or fabric. I want them to be able to reach beyond their flat surfaces and almost beg to be caressed. They should feel sort of ambiguous-papers like fabric, fabrics like paper, boards like wood, gossamer thin fibers like butterfly wings.
And then, I know, would come the laborious willingness to stretch the boundaries of print-ability, in other words, sacrificing my printer/printing tool in hopes of crossing dimensions with aesthetic integrity.
I know also, that the challenge would not end there, for there would be structure to content with, the final piece would need to, in all its material glory, be walled or boxed, or have windows from which the artwork could peer out to the outside world.