Last Sunday, when Suzanne was here, somehow we started talking about artists’ books. I dug into my bookshelves and pulled out stacks and stacks and stacks of books I had made, mostly in the early ‘80s. I was surprised, looking through them, how many interesting ideas I had explored and how many of them had found their way into my artwork. And also, how many more I can use. Those books were more than just something in the past. They seem to be foretelling paths into the future.
I did my first collage pieces in those books. Also were some pencil sketches, all abstract, with masked out areas to form “images”. My favorites were the ones where small marks and cut-out areas moved through the book to tell stories. Probably I will now be doing more books. Reading is something I love. Making a book makes sense.
