I found this post lurking in my 'drafts' , I'm not sure why I didn't post it back in November? Probably because my head was down, producing stock ( a girl has got to eat). So here it is now ... a mere 6 months late.
Autumn is all about production: books, dyes and most importantly; sloe gin and blackberry vodka. (... and unfortunately rather sore wrists, a condition that seems to impact other bookmakers at this time of year, see: paperiaarre.blogspot), So here are a few of the books I made from September to October: 73 recycled leather books. Some have gone to Hawksbys, a delicious gallery located on the cobbled highstreet of Haworth, a short stroll from the home of the Bronte sisters. A batch have gone to Shire Hall Gallery in Staffordshire, Another batch is on its way to the gorgeous Gallery in Masham and I have saved a few for events later this month.
(there were smaller ones too ... but I can't locate the picture)
The opportunity to make another piece of "Matchbox art", to raise funds for the Yorkshire childrens' cancer charity Candle Lighters .... I couldn't resist! Exhibitors at this Novembers Crafted by Hand have been asked to make pieces of art that will fit in a matchbox. Visitors to the event will be able to vote for their favourite/s and buy them too, proceeds will go to the wonderful Candlelighters and the winner receives a prize from craft-and-design-magazine. ... so, using scraps of Indigo dyed fabric and paper, I made a 'Matchbox book' or is it a 'Book in a matchbox'?
The most beautiful book arrived in the post today! I am beyond excited to have my "Darned Books" featured in it, thank you Claire Wellesley- Smith (Clarabella) !!! ... right, time to calm down and savour this thing of beauty ...
The book is available : here I'm still trying to work out how to link previous blog posts, in the meantime you are welcome to click on the links below
We all have times in our lives that are so chaotic and out of control that the only solace can be found in slow methodical work, to calm the mind and place order where there is none. There are few activities slower or more methodical than smocking.