I can’t remember if I shared any of these. If I did, it was crappy cellphone photos, not scans, so now that I’ve scanned the whole thing I may as well post some of the images here.
Cosmonauts and Miners
Artefacts Which Do Not Belong to Anyone
1878
I Lost the Key
This one is a few months old, but I can’t remember if I posted it.
How Do We Keep Our Bearings
Are You Still
Control Systems
Armor
I Was Fed Up
Is Hypnotism Dangerous?
The Mirage
three needle, single sheet Coptic bound book using recycled materials
7 1/2 x 5 1/4 inches
The boards used to belong to a college yearbook. The pages were cut down from larger pieces I did years ago and meant to bind but never got around to it. They were single folded sheets, then, which would have been easy to do as a Coptic binding with single-sheet sections. But I’ve been wanting to try out one of Keith Smith’s single sheet Coptic bindings, so I decided to cannibalize some old work to practice on.
Why single-sheet Coptic? Because I’ve got all kinds of single sheets of things that I want to turn into books, but I don’t want to stab-bind them. I want the pages to lay completely flat.
It’s not perfect. Because I was working with single, unfolded sheets, it was a little too easy to get them flipped upside down. Which I did. Which meant that the center section of sewing is a little skewed because the center holes in the flipped sheets did not line up properly. Also, though this is actually less annoying, those pages are now upside down. I’ll have to go in and rework them so that they make sense. Story of my life. Boys and girls: Never attempt bookbinding while drinking bourbon. It’s a bad combination for a lot of reasons. Like blood.
When Art Attacks
We rise up tangled
with the night.
Down shadowy lanes,
across Strange distances
We have come
ready for the fight.
collage and altered poem in handmade book
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
The world is round,
and time is fleet
And my purpose is not
what it ought to be.
collage and altered poem in handmade book
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
I lie down weeping
among the weeds
and hug the world
until it stings.
The image in the first spread would not fit, so I had to cut out one child. I added her to the second spread.
collage and altered poem in handmade book
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches
High and far,
from a distant star,
In its hurrying race
through unknown space,
those little troubles
and little needs,
are overcome
and swallowed by the sea.
red paper boat 