the black&white binding thread is a gentle nod to Jude, echoing her kind of magic and The Dwellers have that in bundles
First finished home-made copy of The Dwelling; after countless mis-prints, several re-writes, two awkward attempts at binding, I finally managed this so-called Dutch binding [page 53 in Esther K. Smith's How to Make Books book], or slack stab-stitched binding to finish it off. This relaxed binding allows the book to be opened flat, in an ideal world that is. I made the mistake of drilling the holes before choosing this particular binding, thinking it would not matter! As the pages are not even in size, I opted for the far edges, i.e furthest from the binding, to be as squarely lined up as possible. I thought that would help make it look a little neater. As it turns out I should have chosen the exact opposite. The slackness enables the book to lie almost flat, but as the edges to the left of the binding are different in width, there is a nudging tightness and the pages tend to rub against each other....live and learn! However, now that I have this book as an example and the images and chapters aligned to my liking, it will make having it printed a lot easier!
'Last weekend I went to visit my parents as our mother had taken a turn for the worse. She is in pain. It is truly horrible to see a loved one in pain. I stayed the night, trying to take care of them both and reorganise yet again their daily routine. I am not alone in this, fortunately. Together with my younger sister and brother we look after them as much as we can, none of us live close by, and have organised more care in the home.
After I had my evening shower and just as I was walking to my bedroom I overheard my dad talking to my mother as he went to wish her a good night (they sleep in separate bedrooms as she is very ill and easily disturbed in her sleep by any noise or muttering my father might produce during the night)
‘We have shared so many good moments together and of course a couple of difficult ones, but the majority were good ones. We have shared so many good moments, Liesje’
I loosely used the quote in a previous post up close and personal
Why am I adding such a personal moment, you might ask. Because of the white fabric used here for my idols. It's from a duvet-cover that once belonged to my parents when they were still sleeping in the same bed, sharing a large duvet, as they had done for their entire marriage. They stopped sleeping under a large one over two years ago, after my dad's heart attack. My mother was a poor sleeper by then and once he had returned home from hospital, she couldn't tolerate his tossing and turning during the night. Although they at that time continued to sleep next to each other, they each had their own single duvet. My nephew got the large one, I got the lovely cover and matching pillow cases. Turned out me and my husband sleep together under a much smaller duvet and so I had to trim it back to size, leaving me several strips of fabric, with an assortment of motifs: flowers, birds, butterflies and grasses.
Return to the idols, I used the duvet fabric for both of them. On the back of Idol number two I wanted a butterfly. Thinking of the Chaos Theory, I like to imagine how the fluttering of a butterfly's wings might - in a round-about-way - have led to my birth from my mama's womb. I know it's a bit far-fetched and I have probably misinterpreted the theory, but that's all okay, because my making sense of what's nonsensical is what art, to me at least, is basically about.
I feel much lighter now having produced something tangible and because I have not turned away from my emotions for fear of being overtaken by them, I know by now they never last and there are only moments...of sadness as well as joy.