I love books.  I love how they smell and feel, their different textures and sizes, the way they weigh in my hands and lap, and the foreplay of their pages against my fingertips.  I love the personality of their Titles  and  colorful covers and their solid-colored covers with no text—that’s so sexy. And how their inner parts get laid, over laid, blocked, flushed,  and strewn across the territory of pages for readers’ consump-tion.  The more delicious the content, the better. I love bookmaking, too. It’s the perfect medium for channeling my visual­literary creative selves simultaneously . . . Read more>