To catch up, in the next while or so I'm going to put up some bookarts and other work that I haven't posted. otherwise, I am enjoying this current idleness.
"Table" 2008,I used this interesting brown fine-ribbed paper with some fancy red (snakeskin texture) paper bought from Aboveground. I was inspired by the texture of the materials used in ArtDeco like shagreen and those fancy veneers. Ruhlman made some great furniture too.
3 years, 2008I suppose I needed to make this book. Maybe it's the embarrassing moments that you need to laugh at as a way to find closure or knowing that by holding these memories in this small book, you can remember an old side of you just so you never truly forget.
An excerpt from the pages open:
"The Year of Forgetting," June 1, 2006 (left)
...the flies have had their feast and the crows have gone
her fur has worn away when the year of forgetting comes.
The winters pass... and I think of her
afraid that the cold winters will make me forget
And here is spring to wake the old and weary of the beasts
and though they've forgotten your loss that week
I'll always remember what you've done for me.
"Guffaw," July 10, 2006 (right)
Guffaw: The noise we make when laughing aloud. From our stomachs and out our mouths. Guffaw, guffaw.
and some other quotes:
"Threadbare," November 1, 2005
Unravel the snakeskin flesh that devours the impalpable soul
I want to be threadbare and honest again.
"Leftovers"
Who will learn to love an inconsistent door?
Open. Close. Close tight. Open wide.
Like a wave moving from shore to shore
Like a breath through the cold dark night...
I've learned that I don't want to be that girl who tries to keep
leftovers by hiding it buried under a tree
Because ultimately,
I imagine he'll just dig his way out and leave.
"Endless Prose," August 15, 2007
Life falls back into this endless prose and it weakens, I weaken
as I pour a bit of this soul from my half-empty drawer
and it fills a sound n this dream, dreamt years before...
"The Year of Forgetting," June 1, 2006 (left)
...the flies have had their feast and the crows have gone
her fur has worn away when the year of forgetting comes.
The winters pass... and I think of her
afraid that the cold winters will make me forget
And here is spring to wake the old and weary of the beasts
and though they've forgotten your loss that week
I'll always remember what you've done for me.
"Guffaw," July 10, 2006 (right)
Guffaw: The noise we make when laughing aloud. From our stomachs and out our mouths. Guffaw, guffaw.
and some other quotes:
"Threadbare," November 1, 2005
Unravel the snakeskin flesh that devours the impalpable soul
I want to be threadbare and honest again.
"Leftovers"
Who will learn to love an inconsistent door?
Open. Close. Close tight. Open wide.
Like a wave moving from shore to shore
Like a breath through the cold dark night...
I've learned that I don't want to be that girl who tries to keep
leftovers by hiding it buried under a tree
Because ultimately,
I imagine he'll just dig his way out and leave.
"Endless Prose," August 15, 2007
Life falls back into this endless prose and it weakens, I weaken
as I pour a bit of this soul from my half-empty drawer
and it fills a sound n this dream, dreamt years before...
Waves, 2008
I used different kinds of handmade paper such as sisal & abaca, and gampi. Also lithographs for illustrations throughout. The wrap is handmade with a geometric design 100% cotton fabric and cotton rag paper.
I used different kinds of handmade paper such as sisal & abaca, and gampi. Also lithographs for illustrations throughout. The wrap is handmade with a geometric design 100% cotton fabric and cotton rag paper.
The quote in the book is from The Tale of Genji by Murasaki Shikibu:
"Though weary of life,
seasoned by salty winds,
I am not able to leave this shore behind."
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