Category: Book Arts
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Merry and bright
I was afraid I wasn’t going to have any holiday photos to show you—when I was in Portland the other week, my camera took a nosedive after being bumped off my shoulder in a crowded room. Snippets from my daily journal So I shipped the lens off to the good folks at Canon for repair,…
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Stalling a wee bit
You know what? It’s pretty dark here in the winter. No, I mean really dark. Not just a sunrise-at-eight-pitch-black-by-five dark, but a kind of silver pall that sets up a permanent residence, even at midday, and makes you forget about the sun. It’s absolutely beautiful when you’re taking a walk in the fog, or curling…
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Local Conditions
I’ve been hemming and hawing about how best to share this thing with you. Even with Sarah’s excellent photography, it’s just a lot more difficult to explain how it works when I can’t hold the book out into space and demonstrate in real time. It’s a problem with every artist book out there—an interactive sculpture,…
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Gallery gauntlet
I know I’ve made quite a fuss over my new artist book, but while all my energy has gone into putting that one out into the world, one of my older books is also getting some more time in the limelight. Photo by Nathaniel Willson This fall you can find The Faery Gardener on display…
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Grand opening
Photos by Sarah Christianson The show is all set up, and the book is officially out in the world. Many thanks to the enormous crowd of folks who descended upon the opening last night—and to my amazing friend Sarah Christianson for providing every kind of emotional and practical support I can think of.
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The big reveal
It’s getting harder and harder to keep the secret these days—the Rainier book is almost done, and I’m just dying to show you. But I don’t want to ruin the surprise for T-town, so I’m going to keep it under my hat for just a little longer. But after over two years of being under…
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Fabric Feminists, part two
By now you’ve figured out that I have a thing for stitched lettering; and since I’ve already rambled on ad nauseum in the last post, I can keep this one a little shorter. And anyway, I somehow neglected to take any process photos for two of these. Oops. The knitted broadside was such a success…
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Fabric Feminists, part one
While I’ve been hiding away, wrangling my 900-pound gorilla, Jessica has been cooking up something pretty great. Thanks to her hard work and the wonderful Brian Hutcheson‘s invitation, we are pleased as punch to announce our first-ever dual exhibition! Feminist Wiles: Jessica Spring and Chandler O’Leary Now through November 5 Ted Sanford Gallery, Charles Wright…
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Nose to the grindstone
Lately I’ve spent nearly every waking minute of each day with my face an inch away from the drafting table. Let’s step back, and stretch out a bit. My studio is often a sea of papers—an occupational hazard—but these days the swells have consisted of pencil snapshots for my Mt. Rainier book. Dozens, and dozens,…
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Attack of the ‘Goose
Jessica and I are waist-deep in the new Dead Feminist print (look for it here next week), so I’m just popping in to wave hello—and to warn you, in badly-dubbed English, about the giant goose climbing the Space Needle. Just kidding … but they will be sending in the steamrollers. This Saturday, in the Needle’s…