joanne lee



In my flat, so many things find their home on the carpet rather than on shelves or tables or cupboards. For as long as I can remember I’ve been happier on the floor or sofa rather than working at a desk, such that books, records, papers, etc. all end up there, piles of work in progress spread around me like a growing tide. In an unusual moment of tidiness I thought I’d scrutinize their habitat.