Saturday, December 15, 2007
How a Book is Made
I love the purple background, and the way the castle tilts, as if it's about to slide off the edge of the known brick world.
This is also how a book is made. It's a sand castle, constructed out of thousands of grains of words. It's precarious to write, always in danger of crumbling, and sometimes, we doubt it will survive. And yet, when it's done, it holds its shape; it feels enchanted; it invites us to tilt our heads and look at the world in a new way.
P.S. If you're not into sand castles, how about Moss Graffiti?
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The precariousness thing I totally identify with. I jotted down a note to myself: 'Good art sails close to the wind'. It almost *has to be* as hard as possible in the process, or else the end result won't be interesting. It's about risking disaster all the time, but never quite capsizing the boat/making the sandcastle collapse.
ReplyDeleteAnd there's always the worry, while building, of seeing it wash away...
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely poetic little musing. Back to my bucket and shovel...