Folder was made to look like a patient file that was heavily water damaged from the rain.
Under the cover stored found evidence like photos, origami, and diary entries that documented Alexxander’s condition.
All the contributors to the project. Everybody is fictional, except for me.
It would’ve been too much paper to bring all the 70+ paintings of the series. So I selected specific pieces instead and creates these accordion folds for the viewer to pull out.
This way the viewer can see the sequence of the story beats like a roll of film.
The book opens with this thought to set the tone.
Outline of the play.
Documentation of strange sketches found throughout Alexxander’s belongings.
Close-up details.
Many of similar drawings were found in Alexxander’s sketchbooks. Notice the two fish in the center.
His doctor has asked him to keep a journal. This was one page from it before his mother died.
Alexx explains that he’s constantly haunted by a scene of his mother’s blood pouring out of a washer.
Alexx finds himself in the middle of the street in his neighborhood in NYC. He finds a polaroid that leads him into the subways.
Alexx reaches into his own thoughts.
In his dream, Alexx finds himself underwater in his hospital.
Alexx wanders deeper and deeper through the subway stations only to find each station to be less and less recognizable. He eventually ends up at his hospital.
Alexx finds a copy of himself in his dream. The copy hurts him.
The Other Alexxander heals Alexxander.
Alexx looks down at his hands to see them covered in his own blood. Those paper sailboats he used to fold with his mother.
Alexx climbs through an over-sized picture frame.
This is not what Alexx remembered the station to look like.
Alexx eventually wakes up again to find himself back at home only to discover what he has done.
The hospital bed he stayed in. His mother would keep a jar full of paper sailboats they’ve folded together.
Alexx’s mother used to remind him, “Alexx, the more of these you fold, the more of the pain they’ll take away”.
Alexx takes to the sky.
I really love binding books. The result of seeing all the work as separate pages sewn together into a solid block.
I’m manually aging the photos.
The folder was made to look like it was found under a window, wet from all the NYC rain.
Giving the prints a warm tint.
I love the smell of the beeswax when I coat the binding thread.