I love stuff like this, but I know I never will have the patience, time, or creativity to do anything like it, so I just groove on web collections.
I love stuff like this, but I know I never will have the patience, time, or creativity to do anything like it, so I just groove on web collections.
Bibliotechnophilia.
Well, we already know the guy’s into necrophilia.
One is what one is.
Does this shed light on literacy?
I like the books made into bookshelves. Especially the ones with ironic titles. I may steal that idea.
Just for the record, I want all to know that more than ten years ago I sketched out a scenario for two of Newnan’s reigning, board-trodding divas of the moment in which an anecdote is related about an artist who puts a career’s worth of canvases into piles and cuts down through with a chain-saw, creating a series of cross-sectional slices which he offers as his new direction. So where’s my NEA grant? Ho-hum.
In case JB doesn’t point it out, I’ll mention that the above is me licking what’s called a “Narcissistic wound.”
I’m just impressed you can lick yourself. I can’t do that anymore.