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.

Money isn’t the real problem

………just the belief that money is real.

There’s some work to do.

Painting a one off cover for a book that probably doesn’t deserve it considering the crappy paper it’s printed on.

Is it really time…

….to leave the house?

It was a group effort…

…..thanks.

Don’t dither….

…..on the zither.

The glow of gold….

….all looks like tarnish to me.

Not content with my time…

…..they want my soul.

Why don’t you just reach in and rip my heart out and eat it in front of me.

Play me a tune….

…while I lay down a 7/11 beat.

Said the Moondog to Treebeard.