Wednesday, November 14, 2018
A book in a brown paper wrapper means . . . Well, let's just say that when I found a book so wrapped on my parents' bookshelves, inside I found not Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, but Lolita! I can't show much of this bibliolage because it... More »
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
This one was at first going to be just a two-way combo--Raggedy Ann and Ayn Rand = Raggedy Ayn. The Ayn Rand Omnibus ( = Ayn-us) followed on someone's movie about her, and it was loaded with pix of her. At all ages. On all sorts of... More »
Saturday, August 25, 2018
Lunacy! Several moons have passed since I finished this bibliolage, but I have not gotten around to showing it. As many of you know, I am a professor of Theater and Dance. That is what I am called because I teach in the Department of Theater and Dance.  ... More »
Friday, May 18, 2018
Poop goes the easel! Darling little books sometimes catch my eye--and my ruinous fancy. An Artist looks to be a gift book, and as such it consists of little more than "the thought that counts." It's a gift I accept. I think. M. B... More »
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Mannerism. It is a term of art history that applies to a late Renaissance push beyond the harmony and balance of Italian ceiling painters like Michelangelo (you really want a stable ceiling!) and the humane portraitists (you really want to contain the imbalance of Leonardo... More »
Thursday, February 1, 2018
These names converse/converge: Condoleezza and Liberace. Rice/Race is the link. The Condi book is in a huge series of bios of folks like Kobe, Hollywood Hogan, Derek Jeter, Sinbad, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Brandy, and Rafael Palmeiro. Even... More »
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Robert Frank's The Americans dwelt on imagery of an America startlingly different from the gorgeous vistas of William Henry Jackson, Ansel Adams, or Brett Weston, not to mention Hollywood portraiture and The National Geographic His photos also stood... More »
Monday, January 1, 2018
This one began with a gift and turned into a graft--characters from the Marvel universe settled onto gritty urban scenes, product of Ms. Madoko Takagi. Marvel characters fly out or up or forward, and that is a way to go in cities. My in-laws Scott and... More »
Sunday, November 26, 2017
My recent efforts in bibliolage have gone in the direction of Odd--that wild Norwegian painter, Odd Nerdrum--and in the process I became (or remain) Odd King. For an intro to Mr. Odd, have a look at the Nerdrum Museum at: See... More »
Sunday, June 11, 2017
All books start with trees. Trees that dance over time belong with Dancers that are poetry in the would. Be. Young. Like the verse of Rob    Lou  ... More »
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
A quickie. Catalogue that came in the mail. Rooms unaffordable. Invade. Armed. Assault. A little more on creaky shelf.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Remarkable what cheek one finds in one's life by accident of being rich. Style for style's sake. Chic by Accident details the simple elegance of a life with cash and a life with vowels (Spanish, Italian, French). The book is... More »
Monday, February 6, 2017
Santa Barbara Public Library offered a bound volume of Western American domesticana--Sunset magazine, vintage 1954. Another bin brought a crumbling volume of Victorian domesticana--Charles Dickens, The Uncommercial Traveller and Christmas Books, vintage... More »
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
  Jessica Lange's astonishing book of photographs stands tall on any shelf, and the pictures are vast in black and white. Some spread across two pages. Others face a huge field of blank. Leni Riefenstahl got her start making films in... More »
Thursday, September 22, 2016
    The books I keep in store for this process of bibliolagic transformation are many, and I shelve them by size--saves space. Big books with big books. Little with little. So books totally unlike each other might stand side by side for years, then go to... More »
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Bibliolage is an art of filling, so what I look for is an emptiness, a capable space. When I saw The Prairie Schoolhouse, I knew where to go--that vastness. It was an answer to my prayer--ies. Fill 'er up, fella.... More »
Thursday, June 2, 2016
My mother liked the expression "much of a muchness," which means more of the same. So this new ruined book is more much of a muchness. Or less? I loved the colors of W. Langdon Kihn's paintings from the 1950s, which then have a nice... More »
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Two smaller projects have occupied me this spring, and this was the first, a study in cl-ASS-ic American literature. This volume of Walt is just like the one I had when I first read Mr. Whitman, bound in grass-like green fibers. That is, the book was... More »
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
This one I knew for sure because of that title, The Nothing King. This could be an alternative title for Ruined Book--the collections of nothing King.   Possessed by monstrosity, bedeviled by lusciousness, off my big rocker candy-ass mountain's... More »
Thursday, March 3, 2016
What is a gift book--but this? Implies a history, suggests a future. At present, you have to wonder. A gift bibliolage queries a history, doubts a future. Moons the past, eclipses the yet-to-come. I like the way the... More »