“Books! They are the perfect form. When I am putting a book together I become the story teller, the illustrator and the architect that builds the book itself. I am putting all of that into a closed form for the viewer to hold in his hands and then slowly make it all come alive.”
Sandy Webster
In Search of Lost Time
My studio has a corner for the collection of necessary parts for this new body of work. Most of the pieces are from the old brass insides of clocks that still have moving parts. The rest is bits of wood that framers have donated from their scrap piles.
This is the first of a series with the same title. Old clock parts reassembled with their moving parts showing how easily time flies by while we search. A book that sits firmly in front of a black hole offers up a compass to find your way while suggesting just how long one might be looking for the time lost.
The Mending Book
Sometimes it is hard to put a book down while you are working on it. It wants to be held in both hands long before I have addressed the needs of each page. This is one of those books. It just feels so good.
The cover holds the thread and needle. The spine has darning patches over the long stitch binding. And the pages inside have been steamed, pressed, cut and randomly stitched while showcasing two scraps of fabric barely held together every few pages. This was such a pleasure to make.
Only two exists because I gave the first one away before I finished it to someone who loved it. Now we both have our Mending Book.
Drawing a Day
In 2006 I decided to make a graphite drawing each day for one year. Once I figured out a good format that would show just how quickly a year can pass when the book is opened, I settled on a manageable page size to keep the task of drawing simple. It is a flag book of seven sets of fifty-two pages.
The final drawing to make the total 365 is of the finished book and is fixed to the inside back cover. I love the sound it makes when the covers are pulled apart and the days and drawings flutter by.
