If we hold a page from 1853 in our hand, is it simply a page of writing?... or has this fragile page, over time, like each of us, become something much, much more?
For Collins, a bit of every soul that has touched that page - some eleven generations of friends, lovers, strangers... all imparted just a small bit of themselves within the historic page we hold.
That is precious, and for each historical page that becomes part of the work, that love, that life, that cry of pain and joy from a moment in 1853, all translates, all becomes part of the emotion.
All of Collins works, contains hundreds of book pages, a layering of souls.
A fingerprint shared.