By March there was a whole set of rubbings. The Bowie image pulled again and again onto different grounds, green, orange, blue, deep purple, bare cloth. Each one came off slightly different, the same spiral shifting with the colour behind it.
I hung and photographed them one at a time. Laid out together they read less like copies and more like a single thing seen under changing light.
It was the most I had ever made from one night’s work.
Part of the David Bowie case study.