Books have always been sacred to me. I can remember from a very young age my Mother reading to or encouraging us to read. Reading was always an adventure, a daydream, a way to escape or learn. So many paper books are discarded or recycled now in favor of lighter digital versions. They are abandoned in boxes at garage sales or stacked up in lonely piles at thrift stores. I have no aversions to e-readers, I have one myself. I enjoy the freedom and convenience of having thousands of books at my fingertips able to escape at a moment’s notice. But I still love the smell and feel of a book in hand. There is something comforting and familiar in the sound of a page turning.
My love for books and reading has naturally evolved into creating art from old, discarded or unloved books. I give these abandoned friends a new life, a second chance to shine and impact someone. Most of the time I try not to let the title or text influence my creation. The pages and words are simply materials. By cutting, waxing, gluing, folding, or painting I let the shape, color, weight and form guide me.