“A distant cousin recently handed me a folder full of documents. It contained typed and written fragments of my father’s life, collected by his brother. There were carbon copies of long forgotten schoolboy poems from 1929, in German, bundled together with an illustrated Hebrew text, as well as a hand written letter, in English, dated 1947. My father died when I was one year old.

The book makes up a time line, moving from father to daughter, composed of various words photographed from these papers; copies of copies, all sequenced through the reproduction of language, media and meaning.

The blue of the carbon echoes the trace of mechanical reproduction, the touch of the black ink , as well as the reproduction of the patina of the paper itself, bodying the marks of time.

Since I started collating the ideas for this book, I unearthed the naturalization papers from my father’s application to be a UK citizen. This extraordinary hand written document, held in the National Archive at Kew, features in my figured account of a journey from German schoolboy to adulthood, through type and ink, with marks , stamps and deletions in red and black- two of the official national colors of the Weimar Republic into which he was born.” - Judy Goldhill