Take a walk through the woods and fields, follow and simultaneously create paths through the wilderness. Publish pressed and printed pulp. Folded and cut, parts get erased, cut away, in the process of zine-making – never exactly to be defined – margins, safa areas – uncertainty by definition. You have to turn the page to see the whole picture – each part on a different spread, front and back of the same rough physical fibers, the inks from both sides meetig, touching each other inside the paper – never to be seen. Is this two forests left and right of the path? Or are they one? Are the two opposite pictures on one spread one forest? Are they even one picture? Lose yourself in the forest. Sink into the zine. There is no beginning and no end. One straw can be a grassland and a thicket. Colors and textures blend or diverge. They are pages and sequences at the same time. A zine. A forest. And vice versa.
