Birthday Gift

“We think back through our mothers if we are women” – Virginia Woolf

By on March 15, 2017

 

Their love created another beautiful smile, the smile of MaryAnn

Favorite photos from my life collection often become the central element in my card making. Such a simple and wonderful exchange – a moment illustrated in faded, glossy tones with fashions that incite elation, youthful optimism brimming in everyone’s faces, my family in it’s early formation. I have spent timeless hours with old photos from both sides of my family helping me connect the varied chapters of my life and encouraging a familiarity with people whose influence I embrace.

Re-framing images in a gift is my way of saying thank you for creating your life as you did, for your participation in my life, and for our relationship as it continues to grow.

For my mother’s 70th birthday I wanted to celebrate her radiance and beauty in both her youth and her wise years. Choosing one image was impossible. Instead I made a short book using 59 images, totaling 26 pages which I created by folding 13 – 11 x 17″ full color prints in half.

As a long time collector of beautiful bits of paper, I found a lovely wallpaper-esque roll of cotton fiber paper in my craft closet to use as detail over a black card stock cover.

I put it together using an uncomplicated Japanese stitch binding. This video tutorial by Sea Lemon was perfect and when I found myself needing single frame instruction, this step-by-step at Design Sponge did the trick. Both are clear and easy to follow.

Seeing my baby self in the light of my mother’s glowing smile, fixed gaze, and capable hands fills me with warmth. Her smile became the theme of the book. By the third book, my stitching edged on graceful. Final size : 8.25 x 7.5″.

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Two beautiful smiles fell in love
Her smile persisted, even through unimaginable sadness
She too fell in love with a smile
Life, as always, was full of adventure, difficulty, joy, sorrow, gratitude and faith.
Seventy years of smiles has made MaryAnn’s beauty ageless.

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Bibliophile

“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read” – Groucho Marx

By on September 20, 2016

Old books. Tiny books. Oversized books. Pop-ups, cut outs, hand bound, fold outs, artists’ books, comic books, graphic novels, spiritual texts, journals, portfolios, photo albums from the late 19th century. Photo albums from the 20’s… or the 60’s.  First editions, hard cover, soft cover, cloth books, board books. Autographed, anonymous, out of print, banned books, best sellers, scrolls, parchment codex, carved books, book sculptures, magazines, fanzines.

I love them all.

Don’t you? What’s more thrilling than the smell and feel of a leather bound book a century old? Or illustrations that tickle our eyes? Or the potential for books to transform our minds? Who doesn’t look forward to those moments of joyous solitude when we can deeply engage with a delicious book? Sigh. It’s been a life long love affair. Books are gifts that ceaselessly give, friends forever true.

Though I grew up writing, drawing, and picture taking, I took the path of graphic designer (yawn) and at one point found myself designing coffee table wedding books. (This was before the explosion of online photo book companies.)

The wedding industry depressed me (a rant for another time), however, I found digital offset printing completely exciting. My little brains exploded – suddenly I had an outlet for my writing, drawings, and photos. I started making books and cards for every occasion. Grrrrl, my family was in high cotton!

It wasn’t until I worked for the Center For Book Arts in New York a few years later that I discovered the beauty of hand binding. And that I am missing the perfectionist gene that makes the end product of so many book makers works of gallery ready art. What I do have though is a MacGyver – esque sixth sense about making things and crafty problem solving.

As I’ve learned to embrace my strengths and surrender my weaknesses to the wind, I’ve found momentum in my creative life. Perfection is the enemy of good as the wise ones say. When faced with a mistake I can choose to cry, cuss, and throw things or take a deep breath, pour myself another cup of coffee, and view it from another perspective. My worst flubs have become precious gifts in many cases.

So, that’s why I’m here. Not only to explore the magic of books, but the fun of making them and the joy of gift giving. And how to get out of our own way while doing it.

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