Bibliolage is a performance--impromptu, self-interested, of rags and patches.
Arlecchino would know the score, and give a kick.
American art reclines on a field of sepia tone. How many tubes of burnt umber did Andrew milk forth?.
Along comes scissors and glue--right now I'm loving a pair of Allex slims and always Elmer's.
It's worth the gambol.
More of this book on the creaky shelf