This is an old book I found in a vintage store in Orlando called DejaVu.
It's a coptic bound book, bound inside out from the cover. The spine is cut as a buttonhole stitch, acting as a window, to a very limited amount of the book's secrets.
There's a ribbon to seal it closed, hopefully just masculine enough. The top of the saddle has leather above it, hopefully just western enough. I hope the composition is balanced. I hope the concept doesn't get stuck in the execution. I hope the execution doesn't end everything in a bloody mess, with too many onlookers. It wouldn't make sense. Not in this day and age.
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You inspire me to work more. You inspire me not to get lost or forget. You make me wince but in the most important, self-inflicting way. I don't care if you want to or not. What matters is that it is really important to me. Thank you always.
-Kyle
About coptic bound books and their glimpse of the structure: a perfect metaphor for how anything is made. How much is concealed. In this way, like body, and the skin that covers it. Revelatory. Enigmatic. Even in the envisioning, there's a sense of
prospect ... an accident on which you can capitalize. I love your website,
the ardent heart that created it.
sandra
I'm Darren. I saw this of all things in a search engine protocol test. Thank you for this book Chelsea. I have used it. It was a great present.
Darren! What a coincidence. I hope you're well, in Oregon.
and you're welcome! I am so glad it's been of use.
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