Never having bound a book before I set out to make this one, seeing my book take shape as an entity of its own had a gratifying quality as mystical as trigonometry about it. The magic that unfolded when a single piece of waxed string threaded through three tiny holes tied the first copy of concept together was so beautiful that I almost teared up before leaping up from the table in excitement to poke the holes in the remaining twenty-four copies. Then I had to sit back down for stability.
The last step was to insert the bound work into carefully folded and scored covers, each of which I hand-painted individually with the book's title and my name. Talking About The Weather is an edition of twenty-five in which each copy is as different as its recipient.