RE: why they all called at the same time.
If you’re at all into new-agey stuff, in numerology, you go through cycles based on your name and birthdate. It could be that you just went through a cycle…
Literary art takes on entirely new dimensions--literally--with the judicious application of scalpels, water and other things. I found these pages a while back and meant to share them, but forgot all about them until recently, when the topic of book sculptures came up with a group of friends. Enjoy!
Su Blackwell is probably my favorite of the artists. The Mad Hatter’s party is hard to beat, but so is the flock of butterflies exploding from the page.
Thomas Allen cuts up pulp covers and gives the tableaux even more humor and drama. The one below is my favorite.
Daniel Essig creates intricate sculptures using books. My favorites are probably his bridge books.
Nicola Dale cuts up the pages of books to create intricate sculptures, reminiscent of Su Blackwell’s work.
Georgia Russell cuts up book covers (and sheet music, and photographs), throwing the titles and themes of the books into stark relief.
Cara Barer takes old, outdated books, distorts them using water and other means, turns them into sculptures and then photographs them. Some of them verge on incoherence, but many of them are intricate and astonishing. The two pieces below are “Butterfly 2” and “Snowflake,” respectively.
A website that reviews romance novels from a couple of smart bitches who will always give it to you straight. No bullshit. No gushing--unless the author really deserves it.
RE: why they all called at the same time.
If you’re at all into new-agey stuff, in numerology, you go through cycles based on your name and birthdate. It could be that you just went through a cycle…
Bullshit!
How can you mis-remember your child’s school play - that you never attended?
Unless he’s on drugs, which explains everything
I’ll have to go with a recipe for Chipotle Buffalo Chili that I learned to make from a cooking class I took a couple of years ago in San Francisco. Mmmmmm.
Yup, bullshit. I’d be willing to accept his excuse if he said that he found it on his harddrive and couldn’t remember whether he wrote it or not. I know that happened to me, though only with little pieces of…
I don’t cook much - that’s the husband’s job, and he’s damned good at it. But I do bake and am excellent at party food. My chocolate chip cookies are legendary. The recipe I use is a simple one, from…
