I love seeing them stacked into enticing piles, spines luring me in.
I love feeling the heft of books, of leafing through them, the sound of pages ... worlds... thoughts... dreams... whooshing by.
I love fingering raised print, indented print, smelling old paper and moldy bindings.
I love how they can take me away. And jolt me into the present.
I love how they can be art.
I love how they can be repurposed into carriers and secret holders of things.
I love how they can be added to and reduced.
I love books.
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Concealed Within – Destroying Identity by Linda Welch |
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| Inga Hunter - Unwilling Journey |
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| If She Thought It Would Help... Jody Alexander |
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| Love Poem . Jo Stealey |
yessss...and the smell and feel of books...words on paper making images in your mind's eye....you would likely enjoy Laura Wait http://www.laurawait.com/
ReplyDeletemmmm. love her work! love how seamless her books into her paintings back into her books are. yum! thanks for the share Catherine!
DeleteYes to all of the above! Whooshing thoughts.... I know exactly what you mean.
ReplyDeleteI know you do Robyn!
Deleteso much inspiration. so little time. :)