I once engaged in a practice of mistake cataloguing. The Mistake Book project was sort of a pastiche of religious ritual where I kept a recording of every mistake I made daily. At one point I even organized and ‘curated’ my list, creating hierarchies of mistake groupings. This in turn informed my other work, but also became obsessively scrupulous, underscoring the ridiculousness of tracking such things. For Fault Lines, the story of the S A Andree arctic expedition was fascinating to me as a large historic failure. This was an anomaly for my work as it was derived from a single narrative, but the story and photographic evidence left behind were so compelling. The first image I worked with was the balloon on its side. Its perforated vulnerability reminded me of the frailty of the human body.