I have the greatest veneration for books: many of my most treasured possessions are books, and to this day making a note in a margin feels like a small sacrilege. So it comes as a great surprise how excited I can get over altered book art.
… I want to examine thinking, not only “what” we think, but “that” we think.
So I carve landscapes out of books and I paint romantic landscapes. Mountains of disused knowledge return to what they really are: mountains. They erode a bit more and they become hills. Then they flatten and become fields where apparently nothing is happening. Piles of obsolete encyclopedias return to that which does not need to say anything, that which simply IS…
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