August 27, 2013

In my studio last night I began to take apart old books.  One was a bible with a clasp from 1897.  I think it is in Norwegian.  I like to think about the life of the book.  Who was the owner?  (A man I think.  With a long white beard and wire framed glasses.)  I can see him holding the bible on his way to church on Sunday mornings.  His hands are old and harsh from working the farm.  He clutches the bible - the only book he owns.

This is how I begin my artwork - if I can see the story of an object, it then begins to evolve into a framework for a new piece.