Sunday, 8 September 2013
It's a curious feeling to sit and be perused by more than a dozen strangers, being measured up, sketched around, filled in, fleshed out, greened and purpled.
I was commended on my stillness. It's not a talent much sought after in this world. I'm only wanted in bird hides, the bedrooms of light sleepers... and the library of course.
I had the artists' permission to snap pics of works in progress but have not named the individual artists. Would you like to see what I turned out like?
Tuesday, 3 September 2013
I came across this rather lovely collection of lost book marks - kiddies ones with clowns on, little old ladies' flowers and prayers, joyless corporate giveaways and Celtic metal ones that'd rip your page out soon as look at it. There were punishment bookmarks of stiff leather, flimsy hand-crafted affairs, notes from lovers and postcards from the past.
A colleague of mine once found a twenty pound note marking someone's place between the covers. Another swears she found a rasher of bacon.
What's the strangest thing YOU ever used as a book mark? And can you guess what the other most common item is left in a library (apart from books, obviously?)