The Book as Art

The Image you see in the title is the front panel of Jonas Lie, Samlede Vaerke II.

It has wonderful cupids and grotesques. The spine cover is done in tooled leather and gold tooling. The end papers are a floral splash. The text block is hand stitched, the book has raised bands in the spine extreme.

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A book, the book a symbol for symbols. Should the word be cogitated successively hammers upon the nervous system. Forging women and men, beings unknown to configurations known and unknown. Will the panels of your book be as art, will the pages ring clearly and stand the test of time last for ages, and share their memories with those you love, and those who you will come to love in ages past our own. Will the work stand the test of time, into the shifting sands of changing themes want's desires and knowledge. What is the firmament with which we stand upon firmly in this age only clouds to the next.

The textblock can find itself with characters in any language, maybe their will be ornate prints to share or dream too. May these dreams be excessive and extreme may they happen often, may they push you to beauty wonder and truth. The text the images your interaction with them, pacing concentrating, ruminating, playing. Glabrous the finery of infinite papers that might make up that which will intersect of that which is touched and what has been touched by their passing. Will the pages push us forward to impress upon them new configurations of symbols old and new. As those who have come before us have shared with us their greatest intimacy.

End Papers, a book is more than the sum of it's parts and without you and your imagination the book image, philosophy, are all but memento mori, lifeless yet with you all is alive and those things that would not be can be.

Set them free with your work your love your passion.

Live for the day, and think for tomorrow, and all we be served well as you actions love is service enough.