I love books
I love book art
I love opening presents
lids and covers
and cracking the spines
to discover the magic contained inside.
But historically books were a teensy bit elitist. No, actually they could only be enjoyed only by the haves…not the have nots. Not everyone was able or allowed or had time to read or could afford to buy books. Once upon a time books were so expensive to create that one volume could be worth the equivalent of a house. Books were held under lock and key. They were stored in vaults. They were chained to bookshelves. They were reserved for a small population. Some were created for a soul user and not to be shared. Holding secrets between you and god. Over time printing presses, xerox machines, home printers and the internet changed all that of course, and we have access to books even if we can’t afford them. We can read without touching paper, enjoy stories without knowing how to read.
This past year I’ve been consoled by reading books, playing games and sending letters. I’ve been thinking about Ray Johnson and Mail Art as well. I love the idea that anything can become mail art once the postman has delivered it for you. This still does not solve the problem of creating art for the masses, but somehow it feels much more democratic.I’ve been creating small editions of artifacts to mail out and letting serendipity play a part in who receives them.
I’ve recently created an assignment for my students to make “Stories in Boxes”, akin to Duchamp’s BoĆ®te-en-valise, so I’ve been thinking a lot about the shape of fables, fairytales and folktales. I show them Kurt Vonnegut’s entertaining lecture “The Shape of Stories” where he graphs the different rise and fall of a narrative. On a chalk board he makes a line from “The Beginning” to “Entropy” filling the scenes in between.
Beginning Middle EndIntroduction Crisis ConclusionExposition Development RecapitulationThe Set up Climax SatisfactionInvitation Response Party
Birth Life Death