Why bridges and stairways: because I often abstract from such structures the concept of transposing oneself from one reality to another – a commonplace in an immigrant’s life.
I propose to make some 20 white cubes, inside of which 20 artists will display their work. Each white cube will have an opening custom-made to allow a viewing experience apart from all others.
Random Reports is a series of poems by Barbara Henry derived from vocabulary lists chosen by chance and choice from the first section of The New York Times.
A couple of years ago our dear Asuka Ohsawa gathered around her magnetic self a group of 6 artists to collaborate on a limited edition book inspired by inheritance.
My long time obsession with limp vellum bindings, finally fully indulged. And there is even an explanation for it:
I do find book anatomy a very sexy subject, and I quite am sure I am not alone at that. In case you don’t know: the top of the book is called “Head”, and the bottom is called “Tail”.
What I do when I am not “working” is what some may call “also work”, as in “breathing”/”forgetting-breathing.”
For me one of the great advantages of having a bookbinder mentality is the ability to, uh, bind. Having to constantly deal with the imports of my unrelenting memory, I quickly realized how soothing is to gather
I am a bookbinder. My skill is my comfort – I hardly ever feel need to take breaks, or to zone out of work. My life, however, is pretty damn complicated: