My mother was born in the 1930s. During the the 1940s as a teenager she kept scrapbooks.
These weren't thin pretty scrapbooks these were massive ledgers about 3 inches thick and roughly A3
size. She kept two scrapbooks which she filled with black and white photographs from news magazines of wartime Britain.Film stars, fashion, hair styles, pictures of hat,poems, news articles, animal pictures and anything she found interesting went into these massive tomes. I loved looking at them when I was a child. Unfortunately she donated them to a primary school in the 1970s. I still remember them and the hours I spent looking at them. My mother is now in her 80s, she still continues to cut favourite pictures out of magazines and collects postcards from all around the world which she sticks in her ( now smaller) scrapbooks. Still fascinating to look through.
Thursday, 20 February 2014
Books, when, why?
When did my interest in making books start. I made my first book in 2008. It was the simplest of pamphlets.
I collected art journalling books. I was taking painting and drawing lessons at the time. I saw a mixed media book in a stitch magazine. Threads drawing together and intertwining. I didn't really get the art journalling but I like making, I like writing. I like art materials. I do, use, all these separately. I have ready many blogs of art journalers. I took my first bookbinding class in 2010.I because fairly obsessed with the process but the content somewhat eluded me . I have used many of the journals I have made, I pour out my thoughts when I feel restless or unhappy, I don't seem to write when am happy. When I sold my house I kept a journal full of things I needed to do, phone numbers, financial calculations. I have given many away. Sold one or two.
The process of making the books is only the beginning, what is a book without content? Like a an empty blog perhaps.
Making books good fun. Now to put something in them.
I collected art journalling books. I was taking painting and drawing lessons at the time. I saw a mixed media book in a stitch magazine. Threads drawing together and intertwining. I didn't really get the art journalling but I like making, I like writing. I like art materials. I do, use, all these separately. I have ready many blogs of art journalers. I took my first bookbinding class in 2010.I because fairly obsessed with the process but the content somewhat eluded me . I have used many of the journals I have made, I pour out my thoughts when I feel restless or unhappy, I don't seem to write when am happy. When I sold my house I kept a journal full of things I needed to do, phone numbers, financial calculations. I have given many away. Sold one or two.
The process of making the books is only the beginning, what is a book without content? Like a an empty blog perhaps.
Making books good fun. Now to put something in them.
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Too hot to work!
When I got up this morning I was going to crack on with binding books for a fair on the 3rd of August at The Carlton Hotel. Unfortunately the temperature in the conservatory was 38 degrees at 10 a.m. I only moved to Edinburgh four months ago, the weather has been mostly brilliant since I arrived
I'll have to work in the living room until later today. Going to finish of some longstitch leather journals with beautiful vintage buttons I was lucky to be given yesterday. Thank you Louise.
I'll have to work in the living room until later today. Going to finish of some longstitch leather journals with beautiful vintage buttons I was lucky to be given yesterday. Thank you Louise.
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