Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Chronicle books have just released a new book entitled 'Paper cutting' and I was honored to be asked to write a preface. The book is filled with beautiful photographs of paper cutting artist's work such as Su Blackwell, Nikki McClure and Peter Callesen (there's a bit of mine in there too!) You can read my preface below as it might be too small to read in the pictures!!


Were you the kind of child that ate your way all around the edge of the hole in the middle of a biscuit bit by bit with tiny teeth in little nibbles?
Were you the kind of child who spent much more time drawing margins and making multi-colored borders and underlining the titles and subtitles of your homework than ever actually doing it?
I was always busy jumping over and around the cracks in the sidewalk, and I looked up at the spaces in the sky that lay between the shapes made by crisscrossing telephone lines and power cables waiting for a jet plane or a bird to pass perfectly into the centre of the frame that I had created in my head. At that instant, I shut my eyes as if they were a camera shutter and captured that moment and made it mine.

The world joins up with itself over and over again. Roads cross rivers on bridges; and one day you learn that rivers cross roads in aqueducts. Pavements turn sideways into pedestrian crossings, and then back into pavements again. Tall buildings become one with the clouds, and airplanes draw lines in the sky with vapor trails that I used to look up at in wonder but now with dread or even guilt.

I do like this whole paper-cutting thing.
I like the fact that I don’t need paint or brushes or water or oil or palettes or canvas, just a piece of paper, a knife, and a pencil [and a rubber (eraser)!]. So much less—less mess, less waste, less stuff. More time—more time to say the things I have to say without detail getting in the way. No adding on of paint, layer after layer—no more never quite knowing when to stop. Only taking away and taking away, first of all, all of the holes from the middle of all of the doughnuts in the world, and then the tiny slivery gaps that exist in the spaces in some lovers’ entwined fingers, or maybe that tiny little island of nothingness that lives between two pairs of kissing lips. And then a bigger hole that really is the entire sky, and so on and on until all the gaps fill up and slowly become the solidness that is the world we live in that somehow lies between.

Originally I turned to paper cutting as a means to stop myself from putting writing into my work. I had always used small sentences here and there in my work. ( I guess I just had things that I wanted to say.) However these phrases had started to grow and extend to such an extent that my pictures were composed entirely of lettering. I had a small book of Tyrolean paper cuts, of very pastoral images, rolling hills and gates and trees, wooden chalets, and cows with huge bells around their necks being led down from the mountains. These charming pictures had been cut through vertically folded paper and as such had perfect symmetry; I thought that if I worked that way, I wouldn’t be able to put words in the pictures because they would be mirrored back to front on the facing side when unfolded—so I must admit I was originally drawn to paper cutting by a form of self-censorship. However, I soon became transfixed by this world of perfect symmetry. It was a place where I could give the world my own imposed order, making it the neat and tidy place it so isn’t.

So I started to make my own paper cuts from single folded sheets of thin paper with the sharpest scalpel blades.
In this new two-dimensional world, it was always good for people to be doing things, keeping themselves busy. This suited me because I like to be kept busy myself. People seemed to be constantly climbing up ladders or hanging upside down from the branches of trees.

I began to love living in the new world. It was a place where things always joined together and supported one another—in short, they helped each other out.

Clouds hung from tiny, finely cut chains as if they were a part of a stage set in a Victorian puppet theater. A forest of trees rose up to become a vast city of buildings, here a blade of grass, a daisy, a tree joined together in a solid shape to form a hill on which two lovers ran hand in hand against a skyline made up of shadows of trees that reach up to become part of a black sky as solid as a curtain out of which countless star shapes have been cut, through which the starlight of the heavens shines . . . all connected, all one, all parts of each other on equal footing within the same plane. After all, we are all a part of each other. When parts separate from the whole in nature, they wither and die, alone. These blackened shapes, their arms and hands reach out, always wanting to touch, their gestures are frozen in time as if the light had been thrown on and then hastily thrown off to their own startlement. But then, delicate as these flimsy pieces of paper are, they can still seem sometimes as solid as granite statues.

I think that the current artistic revival and interest in working with cut paper stems from a certain type of artist. One who loves to draw and also loves shape and solidity, but who does not want to be tied down by the weight of sculpting or the complexity of painting. An artist who wants to freely explore a material so light and fragile and easy to work with, with which she or he can create small worlds for us as light as our lives are themselves. The artist creates silhouettes in which we are mirrored, for after all in the larger scheme of things, our brief lives really leave so little behind after all the living has been cut out of them, that we are but shadows ourselves.


K said...

Lovely. When and where is the book available from?
Kathryn x

Anonymous said...

Looks live a must-have...

Rob Ryan said...

It's a USA book, published by Chronicle, but you can get it via amazon.

Kevin Stanton said...

Wow that's incredible. I spoke to Elsa Mora about her cover before this was published but I'm really glad that you were included as well. Because you should be!

Looks fantastic, I'll have to pick up a copy!

Bachullus said...

Great! i would love to buy it :)

alanah lesley said...

Hi Rob! Just wanted to say thank you for your talk today at Leeds College of Art. You're such a genuine guy and it really was a pleasure to hear you talk about your work. I love that you love working and even by just looking at your work your passion really comes across.

Thank you once again, I wish I could have stayed to hear the questions but I had to go to work!!

Until next time! Alanah x

Bethany said...

Adding this book to my wishlist!!!

zanet said...

Beautiful, it's on my wish list.

Zanet x

wideeyedtree said...

Your art is incredibly wonderful! Just found your blog. I also like your interview, you seem to have a really pleasant personality!
Greetings from Vienna!

Anonymous said...

I am a student at sheffield hallam university studying Handmade Graphic Design.

You have done a talk for us before and i am currently writing an essay on handmade designers and sustainability.

Is this something that you feel strong about?

Do you recycle your materials to create your designs?

I would really like to focus my essay on your work so if you could please get back to me asap

My email is


Hayley Reid

Hello Katy said...

I owe this book and i utterly adore it, its a must owe you are inspiring. I am a graphic designer and i have been motivated to continue on pushing my own brand.