I bound my first book a couple years ago. I ripped the paper out of an old art sketchbook, and made the covers out of cardboard and jeans. For a few months it served as my journal (or, if you’ll indulge me, my jearnal), and it served this function perfectly usefully, if not anything close to beautifully. Bookmaking, I soon realized, is a hard art: a good, beautiful book takes a lot of time and tools, and a certain amount of patience that I may well lack.
Imagine my enjoyment, then, when I walked into Liggett Studio this week to view Teresa J. Wilber’s “BookArts: Beyond Expectation,” which turns out to be a show all about books and the exciting, fucked-up ways you can make them. They’ve got books you’ve never imagined in here! Books shaped like little river stones. A book made out of a nutmeg seed! They didn’t show me that in the 15-minute YouTube course I took.
The exhibition asks a really good question: “What is a book?” You might think you know the answer. But the longer you spend with this show, the less certain you’ll feel about it. Even the first piece you see, “Dragon Scale Book: The Bardo of Being” by Cindy Cotner, is a 3.5-foot long book which opens toward the viewer along its spine; the pages are flipped via a pair of chopsticks.