We shopped the thrift stores in town for old books.
Let me tell you why.
When I went to see my friend in Isleton, for her birthday. I gave her a book on folding book pages as art.
When my sister arrived, we decided to devote most of our week to making one of these books. That's when we headed to the thrift stores to find some old books that would work for this project.
I showed Lisa the video that I had watched. I shared my vast knowledge (Ha!) of book page folding with her and off we went, into the land of creating art from old book pages.
She started off a bit faster than I did. . She sees an idea in her head. I see the start, but never the end. She sees the process. I see the "Oh, my gosh... look what's happening?" as I move through the concept. We both started folding pages. She couldn't wait to start painting and shaping the idea that was already forming in her head. I was content to fold triangles different ways and found it soothing to bend and fold each page.
This was her beginning...
Mine started out with basic folding and then I started snipping the edges of the triangles.
I also took words and sentences from the story and added them to the blank pages on the left an right side of the book.
I finished the lighter colors and then added some brown and black to one side. The book is about a war in England when Rome invaded southern Britain about 44AD.The Romans were pretty brutal and so were the Druids. So I wanted one side of the book to look like it had been through a war. I painted the left side with dark brown and black as if it was burnt. I also use a red paint to signify blood.
The right side is about coming through the war and starting to recover... seeing the sunrise and finding human emotions like love again.
At one end of the arrow that pierces the pages, the red feathers say
One side is dark, black and bloody filled with, "Fragments that penetrate the human body." and "approaching enemies". The right side is filled with a night sky washed with the pale glow of dawn, where a man comes home to breezes blowing through the forest and his woman is waiting for him.
I enjoyed working on this. Wish I had read the whole book before I altered it. I kind of read pages as I was pulling them out or when I was cutting them up.
It's not quite done, but almost. What do you think about burning pages on the left side... just a little?.
I've started working on a new one. It's an old hymnal with lots of old Christian songs.
( The war book was called When the Eagle Hunts, by Simon Scarrow)