Don’t look at me….

….with a sting in you eye.

Never smile…

…at me. I want no part of it.

Some new crap

That I’ve been wasting my time on.

I should have better things to do. But I don’t.

The scream….

……of the abandoned donkey.

Who’s path…

….will you be crossing?

I wouldn’t like….

…..pretty much everything.

Is it too soon….

……for inaction.

New additions to the toilet gallery

…where they belong.

Invitation only.

A bit bound up.

I bought text block sheets of the “Bookbinder of Jericho.” The paper wasn’t the best, so I just did a basic case bound. But I made my own cover and endpapers.

I suppose I should read it now.

I almost forgot. Last weekend to see this exhibition in Canberra

I bound a book for an exhibition which is the reprinted text of a letter sent by Nicolas Baudin to the New South Wales Govenor saying that the land is actually inhabited. But they didn’t listen.

The exhibit us at the Sutton Village Gallery just outside Canberra, before coming to Sydney later in the year.

51 Camp Street, Sutton.