Category: book arts
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Hard to choose from all the photos I took of a few books today. You can see more on my Flickr site. Will do a bigger post when I have more time. Random accidental shot in my office. Okay, why not? Gotta run. Last class is tonight.
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Bound this book today. Clay covers, handmade paper from cotton and palmetto leaves, pressed and steamed leaves and metal scraps, handmade clay buttons. I rolled a slab of oak bark on a clay slab, added a few woodpecker holes, and stained it with oxides. More photos on my Flickr site. Guess what this is? It…
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Ate another Thanksgiving meal at my mama’s house, but took the time to bind this book. Family photos on the counter.
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Had to yank out the one going around the top of the spine, and I’m going to rebind the coptic stitches, but I’m pleased with the brown caterpillars across the spine. Wood we snagged from down the street last winter when a neighbor took down a dead oak tree. Ready for cold weather!
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La Pointe Indian Cemetery book in progress. View from my office window on a cold, rainy day.
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Caterpillar stitching. Crabapple tree on my walk to work.
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I’ve been steaming leaves in handmade paper signatures for a book I’m making. They make the best prints in combination with metal. Outside of Deep Roots Market. Guess which one is mine.
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Steaming handmade paper signatures with oak leaves stuck between the pages. Redbud seedpods in the Back Forty.
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I’m making an effort to blog regularly again, which is part of the reason for the daily visual journal. l;;3w’;/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewe (That was Pablo Blondie’s contribution. I can’t walk away from the laptop for a minute. I must admit that I like it when they do this, so I always leave their writings up.) It is…
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I’ve decided to start a new project. A very simple one, one I should be able to manage easily. Every day, if possible, I’ll post two photos. 1. Something to document my activity that day. 2. Something from my home or block or my walk to work (when I’m home) to help me discover the…
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