the bare bones of a Spirit Book

Posted: June 1, 2013 by Mo Crow in spirit book
Tags: , , , ,

Spirit-Book-bones-1here’s the bare bones of the spirit book I am binding of Susan Kapuscinski Gaylord’s Spirit Book Series
tendrils will start growing out of the edges of the covers, back of the spine & inside the pages
Spirit-Book-bones-2 the pages will be embellished with drawings, stitching & beading in response to each of Susan’s Spirit Books
spirit-book-bones-3and lots more wrapping, weaving and beading into the jute cords to integrate all the materials inside and out
spirit book bones-6here’s the text block ready to have the covers tied in
spirit-book-bones-5the holes are made with an awl
spirit-book-bones-7spirit-book-bones-8the inside of the covers in process
text-block-weavers-knotsewing the stations with nettle string showing a weaver’s knot for joining in a new piece of string
text-block-prepa paper sewing pattern opened to the centre for each of the signatures
text-prepthis handmade French watercolour paper is thick & lush but needed reinforcing with bookbinders mull pasted onto the spine & into the centre of each signature
The sketches are starting for the next crow drawing, “One night when sleep wouldn’t come” focusing on these lines-

“he said, “The spirits like to see us dance on the shifting sands of change,
keeping just one step ahead of the game”

what we’re talking about can’t be taught, can’t be sold, can’t be bought
is real as shadows on a wall, comes like pride before a fall
you can’t put it in your pocket and store it away, save it for a rainy day”
(song words © Rod Morgan 2007)

I love this song so much, it deepens the spirit for this book and the stitching will take it further in with all the cloth conjurors over at Jude Hill’s What If Diaries

  1. Valerianna says:

    So Earthy and wonderful… perfect for Susan’s book!!

  2. dinahmow says:

    I bet you needed that lump of wax! 🙂

  3. LaceLady says:

    what a wondrous book this will be! I haven’t seen nettle string before. Is it “sticky” to bind with? Love how it looks.

  4. Michelle says:

    This is one of those rare occasions when it would be safe to say–“Do. Definitely do judge this book by it’s cover.”

    Magic is alive.

  5. sewforever says:

    soooo impressed…body and soul will be within this book – a window on the world…just wonderful…

  6. Christina says:

    Mo, it’s utterly gorgeous! Truly a magical book, it belongs on Prospero’s shelves, I’m sure!

  7. Bronwyn says:

    hi Mo, loving the way the string is traveling across the cover, absolutely luscious.

  8. margaret johnson says:

    Looking scrumptious Mo. ox

    • Mo Crow says:

      feels kind of funny to be working with such a rough earthy looking thing when the side project for this year was to explore the nuances of Black & White in relationship to lace!
      So this is the side project of the side project and the good thing is it relates to the spirit in the next crow drawing which is coming along with the crow hitching in the rain with his guitar in a sack under a pale street light with shadows cast on the wall outside a bleak warehouse (see TS Eliot’s Prelude below for atmosphere ) as the white lines of the road wind out over the hills and far way to the wheeling & dancing spirit crows up in the starlit sky ….
      Winter is a good time for us as the gardening slows down giving more time to indulge in all the little side projects that come up… like the tendency in this quote from Tom Phillips “A Humament” – “sidelines shift towards towards the centre”

      By T. S. Eliot

      The winter evening settles down
      With smell of steaks in passageways.
      Six o’clock.
      The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
      And now a gusty shower wraps
      The grimy scraps
      Of withered leaves about your feet
      And newspapers from vacant lots;
      The showers beat
      On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
      And at the corner of the street
      A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

      And then the lighting of the lamps.

      The morning comes to consciousness
      Of faint stale smells of beer
      From the sawdust-trampled street
      With all its muddy feet that press
      To early coffee-stands.
      With the other masquerades
      That time resumes,
      One thinks of all the hands
      That are raising dingy shades
      In a thousand furnished rooms.

      You tossed a blanket from the bed,
      You lay upon your back, and waited;
      You dozed, and watched the night revealing
      The thousand sordid images
      Of which your soul was constituted;
      They flickered against the ceiling.
      And when all the world came back
      And the light crept up between the shutters
      And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
      You had such a vision of the street
      As the street hardly understands;
      Sitting along the bed’s edge, where
      You curled the papers from your hair,
      Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
      In the palms of both soiled hands.

      His soul stretched tight across the skies
      That fade behind a city block,
      Or trampled by insistent feet
      At four and five and six o’clock;
      And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
      And evening newspapers, and eyes
      Assured of certain certainties,
      The conscience of a blackened street
      Impatient to assume the world.

      I am moved by fancies that are curled
      Around these images, and cling:
      The notion of some infinitely gentle
      Infinitely suffering thing.

      Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
      The worlds revolve like ancient women
      Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

  9. margaret johnson says:

    Beautiful words, as are Rod’s “One night when sleep wouldn’t come” and yes very atmospheric. Really looking forward to your next drawing
    PS my favourite words in Rod’s song , is the last verse. ox

    • Mo Crow says:

      thanks Marg! when I spoke to Old Man Crow this morning about this spirit book being a diversion from the lace as this year’s sideline he said, “There’s still a connection with lace in using the distressed cloth on the covers because lace is just cloth with holes in it.” love that thought!

  10. margaret johnson says:

    Hee,Hee. ox

  11. Carol says:

    A truly stunning book on the way there Mo, I am so looking forward to watching it unfold over winter. So much to take in here, both in your post and in the comments. T.S. Eliot’s poem is beautiful, I hadn’t read it before. Thank you.

    • Mo Crow says:

      I hadn’t read that poem since I studied it in high school, it’s etched deep in my soul along with The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock and I do “wear my trousers” rolled these days!

  12. Mo Crow says:

    Susan has just posted about this project on her blog for her Book Arts Tuesday, this is such a buzz!

  13. velma says:

    this is excellent, and what an honor for susan. well done!

please leave a reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.