|Nat and his scrapbook, edition 1/1|
|Nat's jungle, London|
|Some of the Nat Foreman Editions and the lanp|
|Upside down lamp in Nat's Garden|
In London, there is Nat's home. He has been living in his house forever - and this is not a vain word. Once inside, one is not anywhere else anymore. This is like a universe of its own. The garden has become a jungle and a spiders' shelter. The grass is generously green, the bark of the trees is growing funny and natural installations found a space here and there. Nat seems to live in the leaves of the trees and of his books. He is the soul of this very oxymoric territory : flegmatic wilderness.
A book maker, a craftman, a petsound drawer, an expert of the content tables, a print and digital collage master... he finds and collects cultural traces of an evolving life without losing a sparkle of time and composes with this material, the unique editions of his artist books. 'Upside down' or 'reverse' are not good enough words to qualify Nat's art perpectives: 3Dness, even this of invisibility belongs to it. Anyway, Nat's got it - http://lapreneusedetemps.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-preneuse-de-temps-time-taker.html)
Are you a fast fish or a loose fish?