I took a class in book arts over a decade ago; my favorite art class ever because it united many loves of mine- books, mixed media, art... There are endless possibilities in book arts and it is addictive.
Word to the wise : if you suck at doing things at precise times in precise order with precise results, book arts will be hell. It was for me. Yes I loved and hated the class because it was wrought with mistakes. I can't even cook anything that isn't slow-cooker because halfway through, I remember I forgot three ingredients. Book arts is not forgiving like the crockpot. Book arts means crooked covers and warped pages, and sliced open appendages ever time I use the knife (I should not be allowed near sharp objects).
So one day I got this grand idea, to make a book for my son. I am a do it now or never type of person when it comes to inspiration so I just went at it and worked into the night writing and painting the pages.
I did not research any "how to" and didn't even think to think about how I made books in the past.
I then kind of forgot my book because I had another son shortly after. I slowly accumulated book supplies and got back to work.
|wrinkles and glue stains oh poo|
I have yet to glue the fabric to a board and the book to make a book cover, another potential disaster awaits.
I at least know all my mistakes. I hope to make another identical book with less mistakes, but who knows.
|I cannot stitck|
|super cute! esxcept for errant paint|