more bookbinding

people-y things

Drawing Outside

In the Spring, at the end of the day,
you should smell like dirt.
-Margaret Atwood

It was quite beautiful outside today, so my Figure Drawing class moved outside to enjoy the weather. I'll probably remember this day for years and years to come- It's been one of my favorite days at Winthrop ever.

figure drawing on toned paper

Handbound Sketchbooks: Second and Third Editions

I've been working the desk in Kate Wofford Hall a lot lately (I was there for 11 hours straight Sunday!)- so I've had plenty of time to bury myself up to my elbows in sketchbook making again! My process has improved a lot since the last time, and my binding has evolved according to my love for exposed binding. My mom found a ream of paper in our basement during Spring Break and after spending a day with the huge robot paper cutter, I had enough cut pages to make about 50 something sketchbooks. Here's what I've done so far!

2nd Edition Clothbound Sketchbooks

The Black Fabric books are my "Second Edition" hand bound sketchbooks- They are the first of a new (to me) binding process with exposed stitches... The Third Edition- or more fondly known as the "Coey Edition" feature illustrated covers by the lovely Coey Kuhn.

2nd Edition with Elastic. 6"

2nd Edition with Ribbon. 6"
(black binding)

Some 2nd Edition books as a group.




The Coey Edition (Ed.3)

blue lightning. 6"


Thundersaur with pink binding, elastic and inside cover. Snazzy!
SOLD

I'm becoming quite attached with this large black sketchbook so I think I may save it for myself. It's a favorite.

without a why

English Translation of Le Festin -From Ratatouille

Dreams are to lovers as wine is to friends
Carried through lifetimes, (and) spilled now and then
I am driven by hunger, so saddened to be
Thieving in darkness; I know you’re not pleased
But nothing worth eating is free

My hope is a banquet impatiently downed
Impossibly full, now I’ll probably drown
Many thieves’ lives are lonely with one mouth to feed
If giving means taking, I’ll never succeed
For nothing worth stealing is…

Free at last; won’t be undersold
Surviving isn’t living; won’t eat what I’m told
Let me free, I’ll astonish you; I’m planning to fly
I won’t let this party just pass me by

The banquet is now underway, so…
Bring out the bottles; a new tale has spun
In clearing this table, my new life’s begun
I am nervous, excited; (oh) just read the marquee!
A lifetime of hiding; I’m suddenly free!
My dinner is waiting for me

A lifetime of hiding; I’m suddenly free!
My dinner is waiting for me

I would not exchange my leisure hours

for all the wealth in the world.

-Comte de Mirabeau