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Rain, Fog & Ice

The first of the two books in the Rain, Fog & Ice edition is completed. Here's the cover, metallic silver paper with machine-stitched lines, glued onto boards:

 

…and a view of the spine, with coptic stitching in waxed linen:

 

The endpapers are a deep eggplant color, to reflect the aubergine toning Bruce uses for his black and white photographs:

 

A peek inside:

 

…and a handwoven lined pouch to protect the book:

 

The second book is on hold because I didn't like the way the cover looked after the glue dried, and I'll make a new cover before binding.
 
 

 
 
 

A Booklover's Trio

Thank you, Jim, for sending me the link to this video. Be sure to stay for the summing-up at the end. It will make you smile (or maybe cry). 

In the studio, we're at work on another collaboration. Bruce assembled a collection of photographs called Rain, Fog & Ice, printed it on an Epson printer, and I'll be binding it after the covers dry (they were pasted up this morning). So far it's an edition of two; the covers are different. I can't stand to do the same thing twice. I guess that's why I'm not a production weaver.

 

And how do you get comfortable when reading a good book? Perhaps like this.

A Few Surprises

I found this surprise in my camera as I was downloading pictures from last week in New York: the moon as seen from W. 51st St.

 

And I found this surprise in my driveway today, after weeks of weather-related delays:

 

 

This bodes well, as does the return of this fellow:

 

I've started weaving Pillows, which you first saw here:

Pillows will have a patterned border, a device I've used a few times in other work. The patterning acts as a frame, but uses the same weave structures included in the body of the piece. The weaving is going well. All heddles behaving nicely.

And what a wondrous and splendiferous item arrived in today's mail! A box of handcrafted chocolates from a weaver/chocolatier. I just noticed that the text on the tablecloth reads "It's an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers." 

  

And, to cap things off, The Book has arrived back from its copyreader extraordinaire (all will be revealed).