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February 07, 2010


I love many things about this but especially that you are capturing in this new medium the craft and artistry and love of materials of all sorts that are part of the tradition of the book and so you carry it forward ... also the paradox of a private book of such stunning beauty appearing in this public place...

Absolutely beautiful.

Thanks, Vivian. I don't really know what I'm doing with this, or why, or where it's headed, so I'm just doing it and seeing where it takes me. A private journal is a good place for experimentation, and I have a whole bunch more that would like to be bound. However, I'm not sure that's "it." I may be gearing up to do some paintings again - we'll see. But the book arts are very close to my heart and always have been. Thanks for the encouragement.

Thanks so much, Kim!

Stunning work, Beth! Thanks for showing the process, it's tempting me to try it out. So happy to hear you are working with your hands and exploring possibilities, that is exciting.

As terrible as this sounds, I had to chuckle when you mentioned the drop of blood: it somehow seems appropriate that you've given some actual blood to a project that already contains your sweat and tears. I love how personalized this entire project is, from the contents to the cover.

Hi Lorianne -- yeah, I had to laugh too (after swearing). Glad you liked the project. I like the idea of projects having integrity throughout, but don`t want them to be `precious`or, for that matter, purely decorative. These are fine lines, I`m discovering.

Lovely work. I too am hampered by even the thought of "purely decorative". Beauty yes, decoration - no. But like you say its a fine line and a life w/o beauty is poor indeed.

I guess the blood drop is for the surgery part of that journal - along with the ribbon for your grandmother. Did you happen to read Geraldine Brooks' People of the Book? As a book maker, you'd appreciate it.

Good point, Leslee! (and - ouch - I really didn't intend that pun.) No, I haven't read that book and I'll look for it!

Blood on books: it happens. It happens a lot. Swearing ensues. Love your fix for the glue-through, BTW.

Serendipity: Immediately after catching up at Cassandrapages, I went to the Blog of Henry David Thoreau and moments later found the following:

...Thoreau's Journal: 8-Feb-1841

My Journal is that of me which else would spill over and run to waste, gleanings from the field which in action I reap. I must not live for it, but in it for the gods. They are my correspondent, to whom daily I send off this sheet postpaid. I am clerk in their counting-room, and at evening transfer the account from my day-book to ledger. It is as a leaf which hangs over my head in the path. I bend the twig and write my prayers on it; then letting it go, the bough springs up and shows the scrawl to heaven. As if it were not kept shut in my desk, but were as public a leaf as any in nature. It is papyrus by the riverside; it is vellum in the pastures; it is parchment on the hills. I find it everywhere as free as the leaves which troop along the lanes in autumn. The crow, the goose, the eagle carry my quill, and the wind blows the leaves as far as I go. Or, if my imagination does not soar, but gropes in slime and mud, then I write with a reed.

It seemed too apt not to share.

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