barleybooks posted: " Nine members of Artists' Book Club Dove met on Zoom on 9th April. Bron has finished her big book of botanical ink-paintings, Essence of Trees, after being "head down in the studio for six weeks brewing up colours." She said that holding the book was ""
Nine members of Artists' Book Club Dove met on Zoom on 9th April.
Bron has finished her big book of botanical ink-paintings, Essence of Trees, after being "head down in the studio for six weeks brewing up colours." She said that holding the book was "like holding a large dog on your lap; it's all legs!"
Carol has been playing with travel books
... and she has made a book of holes, monoprints and collaged pieces. It folds into an A4 cover, attached by stitching.
Janine has finished some books of family history.
Judith is taking part in a Greenhill Arts exhibition currently open in Moretonhampstead. Mainly small prints and paintings. Her giant book Microseasons of the Dart is on a plinth. Will it stand up for two months?
Judith has also made a very complicated box on a two-day workshop with expert tuition. The photo is a screenshot from a video; I apologise for the poor reproduction. It's a clever mechanism that lifts the book as you open the box.`
Immersed in The Waste Land centenary, I have been unproductive on the book front. But I hope to show Searching for Stetson next month. After months of zooming (for which I'm very grateful) I long to hold and read all these books. Maybe next time if I'm well by then and if the infection rate locally has decreased. Our next meetings will be 14th May, 25th June and 23rd July.
April Dove-droppings
you pull this one out you could easily lose things where is that thread
wildflower seeds in the post a little trouser-book taking a colour for a walk
all the grandchildren walkers and unexpected people the most exciting thing
a bigger project than I thought brimming with ideas months of rest
fifteen pages of instructions calculations and millimetres in a village hall on Exmoor
specialist security advice plans may have to change my giant book on its kebab sticks
all afternoon scavenging a wooden garden gate rescued from the bonfire pile
symbols in lino exquisite corpse I don't do beautiful
splendor solis noises off perpetual choirs in the Abbey
Gog and Magog and the seven grandmothers have to blow it up
feed colours into a splodge of gum Arabic sloe-berries and walnuts
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