book week

August 17 - 23 is National Book Week

 

and this year I decided I'm going to celebrate by lugging my Very Long Book

into Candelo Books Bega

on Monday August 19

for a spot of public binding and blabbing about BOOOOOOOOOKS

 

I'll no doubt be chatting about things from my MFA research project

like Coptic binding

or encyclopaedias

or 'the death of the book'

or book arts

or biblioclasm

or whatever else tickles the fancy of passing people....


if you are in the neighbourhood - please drop in and say hiya!

 

(I'll let you pat the book if you smile nicely...)

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four classic novels fill the gap...

 in the granite foundations 

of the old (and long gone) sams creek bridge

...

woo hoo (and small happy dance)

Celebrations and small sighs of relief

as I sent off the draft of my MFA exegesis yesterday

arty-farty fireworks pic from the school's fireworks night last week

I'm not cracking open the bottle just yet mind you -

 as I still have a LONG way to go and a LOT of work to do between now and October - 

(which is the end date of my candidature and opening of my examination exhibition)

but today I planted 3 little camellia japonicas beside the studio 

 just to mark the occasion 

 

(oooo there is light at the end of the tunnel!)

...

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It started with a string line....

 

 

 

 

 

and before too long it grew into ...

 a book spiral

 

 (a book HERB spiral.... with a little pond too)

 

*you might say this is a more substantial 'gesture' 

than most of my previous small offerings

as its now a semi-permanent addition to my studio garden

....

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S.O.S.

(Save Our Soils)

22 volumes of Golden Encyclopaedia 

arranged on a newly ploughed paddock beside Sams Creek
(one soccer playing son in the distance)

....

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one Encyclopaedia Britannica

a rain shower develops...

 

an audience appears... 

and then a rainbow...

....

what happened next...

last time we met....

 then there was light...

and smoke...

the next day the embers are fanned and burst back to flame...

many days (and a rainstorm) later...

'the ash makes all things equal'

Seneca

 

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